I was thinking today on the way home: I wish I had a picture of me making dinner for the boys in Georgetown (hotdogs + macaroni and cheese) in my summer garden party dress, an oven mitt on one hand and a Mojito in the other.

I smiled and felt a really simple appreciation and nostalgia.
I miss having a dog in my bed (literally).

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I
have
lost
my
(artistic)
faith.

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Fitting that "Glory Days"/"Dancing in the Dark" is playing now. Bruce, I love you.