notes from Sunday

Look at this great text message I got the other night. That's me, in the blue.


                               

I mean, sure, it wasn't meant for me, but just for that night I was, apparently, the quan. And, in truth, I sort of am, the quan (kwan, quon) I've just kept it to myself all this time.

And, while we're looking at my phone,


    

I updated the OS on my phone and took my time getting used to it and then read these recommendations and I changed the things outlined above even though I have NO idea what they meant or even how it benefited me.
My phone is a bit of a mystery to me as I'm sure K is not surprised to hear as I blew through my data plan twice while I was in Germany by having set things incorrectly or sending huge files to my boss. Woe is me when it comes to my phone.

It's a busy time at my office. The fall is always busy.




But I like it. There's a bunch of Ugly Dolls around the place from a project a while ago and they are, interestingly, comforting. I've found myself hugging that pink one, spontaneously.




Sometimes I like to grab orphaned papers from the color printer area and hang them up.

I'd like K to build us a table like this. I like our table just fine but I wish it was narrower. And I'd like it to be rougher. Sort of.

How terrific are these?

I'm a little obsessed with the Handkase I had last week.

I've been wearing my Birkenstocks, people. With socks.  

I just finished watching this. It was quite something. I'd do a review but I'm jet-lagged. (Just a little.)(Or lazy.)

I'm still looking for a video of Cuba Gooding talking about the quan.