Oy, such a week. Between work and other stuff, I’ve hardly had the chance to breathe, much less write.
It’s not any better today. Rather than kicking back at JazzFest like tens of thousands of my closest friends, the bf and I are schlepping to Baton Rouge. Maybe I can put on the brakes sometime tomorrow night.
In the meantime, why don’t you do some relaxing on my behalf–perhaps while enjoying this wee flashback to 2001? YouTube: all the fun of having a mai tai on the beach, but without the pesky risk of melanoma.
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