Okay, I’m not really that discontented.
And it’s not officially summer yet.
I have been saying I’m struggling with exhaustion and schtuff. Allergies have a lot to do with that … hello grass pollen. I am discontented with pollen. I met a friend for lunch the other day, and the first thing she said was that I looked like I didn’t feel good. Indeed. Congestion, sore/scratchy throat, brain fog.
I’m schlepping through the best I can. Just a couple or three more weeks and I should be able to tolerate the outdoors a little. I’m working on extra self-care in the meantime.
This week thanks to the aforementioned brain fog, and because I snapped a lot of photos … also because I'm multitasking by listening to a Jimmy Abegg interview while I type ... I’m going heavy on the pics, light on the words. Enjoy.
|When babies want to take selfies.|
|Let there be light. And let it be pretty.|
|La Marseilles, la marseill-e-e-e-es, da da da da, da da da …|
|The blurriness is perhaps a metaphor for why I need coffee at eight o’clock at night.|
|French crème brulee to go with the French fleur de lis.|
|Don't lick that.|
|A metaphor for my train of thought.|
|The asymmetry is assaulting my sense of feng shui.|
|It's healthy 'cause it has fruit on it.|
|Sometimes you’re the bird, sometimes you’re the light post?|
|A metaphor for my sinuses. Take two chile relleno and call me in the morning|