After a year of highly intensive, dedicated research, I have found a way to stack the cappuccino cups so that they don't fall over every 15 effing seconds. I am equal parts engineer and baby genius. Feeling really good about today, you guys. But it could be the four (consecutive!!!) hours of sleep I indulged in last night, coupled with all the coffee in all the land.

And if she mentions that she's tired, still don't let her go to sleep.

Sitting on the deck with a novel, taking a break from the warped reality and unsteady ground (and endless minutiae) of IQ84. The sound from the amateur softball game carries, the swift unmistakable crack of a bat. Wearing a romper and sipping a soy White Russian, planning Thursday's dinner, file this away under The Housewife Years.

Good afternoon indeed

Slow, lazy, sweaty mid-afternoon fucks, the Stones in the background, the fan as respite from heat. Follow with a raspberry G&T.

sailing a dreamboat

STOP EVERYTHING

I'm wearing size 25 jeans. HOLD THE PHONE.

Really would like to dial a bottle of soy milk right now.

Put some rain in the sangria, really taste the night.