Probably not poison.

Who does this?! Maltodextrin in nuts can suck it. This was *supposed* to be the snack to stave off my hangries in the hour between working out and a meeting I had this evening – an hour which I spent trapped in a metal box, underground, with someone who had food.

Someone almost got eaten.

Just what we needed: another snow storm.

Hipster wiener.

February at the diner.

The Water Table – East River cruise + dinner.

I feel like I’ve been at this project for days. Oh wait, I have. Batch #1 of pictures to be sent off for digitizing: done.

A little natural element to disguise the bowl of change sitting in my living room.

I know, there’s an app for that. But for shopping lists, I like to kick it old school.

Puppy toes