books for wine. five dollar nights.
Last night I dreamt of dancing and making out. I slept deeply. I woke up smiling and thought, "There's no way I could possibly wake up feeling this good without a catch..." My phone died during dreamtime = Gretchen Cello was dressed, out the door, & sitting at her desk less than sixty minutes after falling out of bed and tripping over both the puppies this morning. One of these days I'll invest in a proper alarm clock... When days start like...