friday, friday

Thoughts as we head into a three day weekend:

weekend doesn’t quite mean the same thing when you work for yourself (my boss is a slave driver)

I think I’m the only one in Portland not sick of the rain (it means I have an excuse not to be out weeding our yard)

Hoping I have an excuse to go to New York soon (check out this amazing installation piece in the elevators of the Standard Hotel by Marco Brambilla) sigh

happy weekend