All I am doing is buying things from thrift stores (small red leather Guess purse for $2? Yes!), reading (poems, Faulkner, Tolstoy), and obsessing over my garden (Is the lime tree not getting enough iron? If not, then what is wrong with it?). Oh and writing. And listening to some new albums. I can’t imagine this is interesting to other people. So, since the peas have begun to sprout on my vines, I leave you with this:

They make me happy.