A lighthouse on the beaches of Santa Cruz.
Heaven help me. This week I'm smushed between an enormous feature article on decorating a new nursery and a massive set of paintings and color studies, both conveniently due on the same day. I imagine that there's a secret society of evil professors who meet underground and maliciously sync all their project due dates...somehow, all of my professors this year belong to this secret society of darkness. Also filling my days: packing in enough work to pay the bills, and enough sleep to stay alive.
My best friend and I...she can always make me smile
Weeks like this I get by on wispy memories of where I was just a few months ago. Like, a California afternoon spent on the beach with Gabe + me, my best friend + her husband. She and I soaking up the sun, gossiping and giggling, our boys off exploring, looking for fish and wild life...or whatever it is manly men do. Simple perfection, and perfect repeat mental vacation.
What I'm saying is: Forgive me if I'm absent for a few days. Oh, and hurry up, Christmas break. I'm dying here.