Well, it's Super Bowl Sunday and my only plans include reading a Tim Keller book, snuggling with Sneaker and cooking some pan-fried, crispy chicken. Christopher is away this week with Cuddle Magic touring the Midwest. Tomorrow's my 33rd birthday (that number feels strange) and, somewhat funnily, I have jury duty.
Katie Reynolds stopped over this afternoon to drop off a framed print of her photograph called the "Jolly Roger." She had a really great show at the American Sardine Bar last month that Christopher & I were able to attend. I've been really struck by Katie's work capturing vintage signs. Her double exposures make you feel like you're in this alternate reality and I love staring into those little "worlds" that she creates.
For now, I've propped it on our living room bookshelf, front and center.
It's starting to get dark (5pm) and I took this photo to capture the fact that I finally (after maybe 2 years) lit this beautiful candle that our neighbors gave to us after watching their cat Noodle while they were away. Their daughter Eliana takes piano lessons with me and is always asking me when I'll light it. I thought that burning it would ruin its beautiful etchings. However, I now see that I was wrong. It's even more beautiful now that it's melted a little.
I've been struggling a lot with my skin lately. Actually, I've been struggling for an entire 7 (perhaps 8) years now and it's only been tolerable at a few certain points. I don't really have much to say about it except that it's really hard living like this. My heart feels so heavy so often. Just typing that out feels moderately therapeutic. It's difficult having a health condition that's mysterious and not really understood by anyone (including me).
Anyway, I think it's time to start cooking some dinner. Go Eagles?