Privileged

I’m sitting here on this ferry after work on a Friday. I’m drinking red wine and working. I’ve got a printout contact sheet of new maternity styles for Fall for a major American retailer (of whose clothes I have worn since 1983.) I’m looking at pictures of outfits and writing about them. I am 36/almost 37, I have moved to a small town in marin county with my super rad fiancé (who is totally sexy and financially stable), I have a car and a computer of my own.

Ok, just reminding myself of the good things.

Thank you and sorry for this interruption.