Quiet Quitting…
It’s 4am.
It’s 4am.
I wore pearls to dinner last night.
Whippet. A breed of dog or a song by Devo.
Sunday was perfection.
Just had a grocery threesome.
Who knew that a lovely beachfront cafe could serve as an Evangelical recruitment center.
It is so hot in New York City that there is nothing you want to do except complain.
Hot Child In The City.
I love tennis.
Monday was a downer.
I’m exhausted from shopping on the internet.
Asking for a friend.
Big doings last weekend in Palm Beach.
I should have never given up my pursuit of being a sports announcer.
Frustration.
A few Friday thoughts.