I went back to the office this morning for the first time in three weeks and naturally, my afternoon wanderings around Hudson were resumed. Pat joined me for the first time today and I asked him what his favorite building off of Warren street is; he led me to this green barn, stubbornly planted in the middle of an ever-changing city.
When I woke up this morning, the first thing I did was write a list of 20 of my biggest worries. My mind has been over occupied this week.
This afternoon, my dad shared that he and his girlfriend had to put their dog down today. Through sniffles and every effort to not reveal how he was actually feeling, he told me that her last meal was his homemade French toast. She was a gem of a dog and I’ve never seen him share a friendship as beautiful as theirs.
I ended the day feeling much better than when I started it. That must be worth something.
The matching outfits were just a fun bonus.