From the POV of a highly-inefficient person.

Often, I can expect the coffee to be waiting for me when I wake up. As I drink it, I learn that he's already had a 3-mile run, tidied up, read the papers, fed the cat, practiced guitar, picked up some groceries, did some work work and answered umpteen e-mails.

My phone buzzes. I see that I have a text message. And it takes me roughly 20 minutes to agonize over the wording before sending it. I'm exhausted by the effort.

Space = luxury

Hmmmm, it's really nice to have a roof like this so you can sit out and get some sun.

Wait. I have yard! Maybe I ought to sit out there one weekend. But it actually has all these real gnarly plants that need to be cleared first.

I wonder if I can find someone to do that for me on Craig's List. Someone with a machete.



It took four hours for James the gardener to clear this out. Think of all the potential. To borrow one S's flashes of characteristic unbridled optimism, I'm having one of those moments where I feel like my life is about to change for the better. That this is going to fix all my problems.

"Thanks for the Scotch, sucker!"

When I said "Let's do something fun this Sunday," getting wasted in FlpL's apartment while he was out playing golf wasn't exactly what I had in mind. We shared a bottle of Rioja and half a bottle of Macallan. Regained consciousness at 9 p.m. on the rug wondering where I was. I also felt the need for a good taco once the room stopped spinning.

Just like old times. Said Huli: "That was fun. But let's not do that ever again."



Huli & FlpL's engagement cookies remind me of those "French Cookies" (oddly enough, a Taiwanese brand) that my mom used to buy when I was wee.