planetary effects.

"so.. what do you do?"

i know i say this a lot, but really, only in america do people ask me that. or care.

people are funny. the kind that i happen to be running into lately seem to be dueling their self-esteems to various degrees. whatever it is, i don't think it's very modern. hello a democrat is back in the white house, i.e. less is more. and with this administration, the more is service. goodness.

but even then, somehow that becomes competitive.

all i want after a long weekend of intensive bandying with numbers, talking points, and colleagues is to get some fresh air and chill in a spot least like an office with a glass of wine and some good company. in no particular order, on repeat.

but sometimes life happens. work comes in different forms. and i'm a good sport.

the prize? even better: head-clearing thursday night at chill spot via hot tub on millie's roof, vino blanco, and my girls (with soon-to-be baby boy!).

my compass this week.




q's enviro is very old soul. pure.

i've never met a little girl of the new gen who chooses space balls and the goonies for rainy-day movie sessions.

or prefers earth, wind, and fire for dance music.







at this very moment, q is trying to keep my attention as i finish this. i feel like this is a glimpse of the mother i'm to become. working.