on saturday, i...
+ walked to the post office for pretty stamps
+ took a tub in the afternoon
+ catnapped in the sunny spot
+ peeped tulips and daffodils and hyacinths
+ stopped into h&h for a smoked salmon bagel
+ read two chapters of anne lamott's bird by bird
+ sipped a foamy cappuccino at tarallucci
+ wrote a love letter to my husband
husband has been traveling for work & i had the day all to myself. for the longest time, i had all my saturdays, more or less, to myself, and now i can't for the life of me recall what i once did with my time. i am simply reminded that my life feels split in two: life before him, and life with.