Just finished up with a bubble bath in which I read “The Feminine Mystique”, ate popcorn, and listened to chill jamz like Mahler 3. About to learn to play Mahler 3 for pool auditions in a month… Dreading them like no other. All I want to do is go back up to the cabin and sit for another several months/a lifetime with cherries and dunes and meadows and clear skies and dinner-dates.
