this weekend it rained, A LOT. it was gloomy and cold and the kind of fall-likeness that i don’t appreciate. so my husband brought me flowers because he loves me and is the best person on the planet. we got drinks with friends and listened to miles davis on the turntable. the cat and his hair got on everything, as per usual. i went to church and watched the patriots play because sundays are about God and football. now it’s monday, but that’s ok. life is, after all, pretty sweet.