Blimey! It’s hot. When the Bay area experiences days and weeks reaching the 90s in September, there must be something very wrong.
In the heat of the night I browse through magazine upon magazine, trying to grasp a vision of my own wedding day. I am not an indecisive person; I go to a store and I know what I want. With wedding planning, it’s a little more complicated because there are countless options for the same design. Which vendor, which caterer, which company, which designer has the best design/look at the best price, etcetera etcetera. This is turning out to be a puzzle with a thousand pieces.
I’m listening to The Best of Chet Baker Sings, tomorrow is Friday, and Monday is a holiday. Simple pleasures.