magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Jenny left early for work. I slept in, again. Although I don't feel quite so guilty about doing so on a Sunday. No coffee in the house, but I made some French black tea around noon.

As things stand right now, this is the first text that I've posted in almost two months. As always, I've started a handful entries, most notably during/about our trip to Paris, some of which might be flushed out and see the light of day.

More recently, there was an opening at the letterpress where Chris works last night, the employees were invited to hang their own work on the walls, and invite their friends over for food and booze. Chris's piece was, although he felt he rushed the colour choices, very cool. And I got to chat with Sophia (briefly as she was rushing off to some other function) for the first time since New Year's Eve, I think. And afterward dinner at Veggie Dim Sum with Chris, Jenny, and Jon.W (or Fred "Penis" Weinstein, as he was going by for the evening).

And today, Chesterfield's observed eighth birthday.