I slept in. I ate strawberry ice cream for breakfast. I wandered through the galleries at Bergamot Station. I watched the sunset from our roof. I drank wine in the shower. I drank wine at Naresh's and talked about "some day." I drank wine while we watched Bottleshock. I fell asleep on the couch. I went on a long run that felt inexplicably effortless. I discovered pretzel-croissants at Thyme Cafe. I sang along to the Rolling Stones. I read the better half of Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornsby in the loft until the sun went down and it was too dark to see the words on the page. I fell asleep on the couch (again).
It was long and short and a little bit blurry. Glorious.
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