I lied. That isn’t really what Book Proposal Land looks like. Not in the winter, anyway.
(Only in the summer, from a ferry.)
Just pancakes and coffee. Cereal. Girl Talk. Some John Mellencamp, when I have a sweet tooth. But last night, my friend Sam called, and then there was yellow curry and rice.
And a cocktail with Aperol, white wine, and grapefruit juice. Okay, two cocktails with Aperol, white wine, and grapefruit juice.