I turn 40 tomorrow. With any luck, my office won’t do anything stupid. You people would, but you don’t work at my office. But how cool would that be? Oh wait, we wouldn’t get anything done, we’d just comment here and cook things on the PBC we keep in the parking lot.
Jumping rope in heels is silly, but that’s my only complaint here.
Meanwhile, at the yoga class Alex is missing.
Glistening (aka sweaty).
And we close with a triptych.
And so begins the last day of my 30s. Soon I will be old, like most of you people.
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