Sad for me; I didn't have a memory card in my camera so I was stuck using my phone to record the sun's descent into the sea. (Well, ocean, really. But 'sea' seemed a better choice for that sentence.)
After it was good and dark, we headed over to Starbucks for coffee. Only we both don't drink coffee. So I got a water. And she got a tea.
But first we rummaged around Chapters, looking at books. She bought 3. I did not.
I'm not buying another book til I finish reading the ones I bought LAST SUMMER. And the ones I bought the summer before that.
We paused to check out the home accessories items, as you do, and she sniffed the candles, naturally,
"Oh, yum," she sighed. "This smells like a clean, handsome man."
"Really?" I asked, all interested. It's been 126 years since I've smelt a clean, handsome man. I leaned in for a whiff. It was a pleasant odour. Men have gotten better smelling over the past decade.
Wondering what that delicious scent was, I nosed around til I found the packaging:
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Friends who have nothing to do on the first Monday of Daylight Savings.
2. Videos like this that just make me smile. And maybe cringe.
3. Books like this (yes, I just finished another one this evening):
Scott was/is the lead singer of the band Creed. This book is his story.
Oy. I tell ya, addiction is a heartbreaking decease.
And AA/NA are amazing communities of healing.