Wednesday

I had so many plans. Wouldn't it be good if I saw that guy on the train and tapped him on the shoulder and said something like: I saw the look you gave my son yesterday and I'm thinking you might want to hit the confessional this Sunday.
But I didn't see him. Instead of him I spotted the couple I like.
The couple I like is absolutely adorable.
He's in his late twenties and has a hipster beard and a great tattoo.
She's in her mid twenties and has cascading blond hair that she scoops up in a band and piles on top of her head.
He works on a laptop and she studies fat textbooks with index cards. They snuggle and kiss and leave me feeling better about the whole world.

When I got into town I stopped at Whole Foods and put together a care package for my pal A.



She's doing okay but I think she could use a lift.
(Now wondering if I took the price off the bottom of the Rescue Remedy box.)
The kit includes cedar for smudging, a candle for centering, a really soft headband (she's rocking the headbands) and a stack of those typography cards.

Like this one


and this one



and I had it all sent over to her house and I'm feeling pretty good about it.

AND, while many of my colleagues are in Germany at the moment, I've also arranged for a boatload of this to be delivered to the office on Friday afternoon.



In other words, things?
ARE LOOKING UP.