i should be out walking to the gym. the fog is gone and it’s sunny and i decided to step into the studio

for just a minute.

just one round of stitching.
turned into….four.

never mind the gym. all those guilty people will be there clogging up the machines trying to burn off thanksgiving indulgences.

i’ll do my yoga instead and watch the birds in the central garden and listen to raj sing.

and eat the dishwasher’s leftover arugula, bacon and gruyere bread pudding.

because it’s that good.
and i’m that bad.