Wednesday

I Venmo my therapist.

Cashmere caps arrive. Some is right is world. But not much.

I consider the cost of therapy and the cost of my cashmere cap (collection). I guess the inside really is exponentially more valuable.

And, I’m one heck of a sales shopper.

I think about checking out early but instead just take a break to walk inside on an incline, flexing my TikTok awareness of Trying This Now, not wanting to breaking a sweat, and my +$300 monthly membership.

Thank you for les free towels. J’adore eucalyptus.

After dinner snacks, my friend and I embrace our wholesome love for the holidays and see The Nutcracker. Naturally, I spend a lot of time thinking about contortion.

Back home, I feel the TGIF spirit despite having a ludicrously flexible schedule most days. I indulge in My Websites (my five most commonly visited pages, according to Chrome) and allocate a fraction of my attention to a meh-rated elevator show (like the music, on in the background) about dating for older people. Stereotypes abound, regardless of best efforts.

I forget that my dog attaches no right or wrong to my vices and an assortment of my other questionable behaviors. He’s the ultimate impartial party: let you sleep, let me bleep.