E wakes up as if he’s gotten a promotion every day—smiling, happy, singing. This sounds horrible, but it doesn’t make me instantly happier to see him happy.
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E did some mega gardening this weekend. You have a garden, you ask? In Brooklyn? Sorta.
It’s the weekend! Sun is shining, the weather is sweet, and I have 48 hours to eat, sleep, play, work out and listen to my music on full blast as I clean the floors. And, of course, cook.