It was a bit of an odd day. I have some very good, joyful, exciting things in my near future, one anxious thing in my present, and a very worrisome thing next week. I’ve been careening from delight to despondency every half hour or so, WHICH IS REALLY FUN, and my sleep schedule is getting wonky again. I was in a weird, cranky, angsty place in S Factor tonight, and I just got home wanting nothing more than to walk into an apartment that had magically cleaned itself and fall instantly asleep. And then I found this in my mailbox.
Much Ado About Nothing. The complete text. Enclosed in one of the kindest, most beautiful hand-written letters I’ve ever received.
IT’S TINY AND ADORABLE ALSO.
I love you, Lady Mary.
Florence! You’re singing a song JUST FOR ME!
Pro tip: Florence + the Machine are AMAZING to pole-dance too. I confess that this particular song is . . . maybe not my first choice, but I love her anyway. ALSO IT’S CALLED SWEET NOTHING, YOU GUYS.
The vet alleges that today is your birthday, you little street mongrel. Happy 1st birthday, darling boy. I got you . . . um, breakfast. And a back rub.
Please continue being your goofy little self.
I just walked in to a blue bag on my desk! A belated staff appreciation present– I DO feel appreciated! Thanks, attorneys!
I shall keep my costume jewelry in it and feel terribly chic.