The well-oiled machines I’ve seen
All squared away for the day. With precision.
Blog
A brief chronology
Here it is, in order.
Two weeks and change
Exhale. 2020 is nearly behind us.
There was a nap. A glorious nap.
Naps are so completely wasted on five-year-olds.
Stretch. Yawn. Pour. Taste. Nod. Smile.
Yeah. Wine sounds pretty nice.
Tracking the elusive pandemic restaurateur
An ear to the ground foretells the approach of thundering hoofbeats, and an eye to the email foretells the impending nervous breakdown.
Exhaling. And grateful to do so.
Whew. RIght?
Is this your to-do list, or mine?
Gettin’ crackin’.
Field trip. Again.
You people are the greatest.
Ah, the trivia.
It’s nothing, really.