After work tonight I read one hundred and eight pages of Nora Ephron's Heartburn on the living room sofa. Even though there isn't snow in San Francisco I can tell it's winter because all I need is a book, some lamplight and the blanket that my mom picked out for me at a Macy's Black Friday sale in Pittsburgh five years ago and I'm PFH (Pretty Fucking Happy).
Also, today at lunch I asked Judy if rice was a carb and her response was "That's a question only a skinny person would ask." I looked it up online and rice is not a carb but it does contain a lot of carbs, which is confusing.
Lastly, two years ago today my mom wrote a post titled Love Hurts and below words are from that.