My current stress level is so high that I am apparently only able to deal with delightful animal images. No other stimuli please.
Sometimes I think about taking a picture of the delicious food I’m about to eat, but then I just go ahead and eat it instead.
Sangria is a really good idea on a Monday night.
This will be me someday. Except not a dude.
I just realized today is September 24th. It’s my mom’s birthday. She would have been 62.