Tuesday

• Zac and I went to CiCi's tonight. A man came in with a service dog. I thought the dog was going to lose his mind smelling the food.




• Don't worry Mr. Golden Retriever- you weren't missing much.




• "Is this still Kevin's number??"- a recent text from a woman whom I bet I haven't spoken to in a year.




• Something that will get your attention every time: As I stood in front of the mirror early Friday morning I raised my hands over my head for a good old fashioned stretch and saw a visible mass under my left arm that is a little smaller than a tennis ball cut in half. It's probably nothing, but I have felt like dog mess for a couple of weeks etc. so I'll get it checked out soon.




• Would you lay with me in a field of stone