Pomplamoose’s cover of “The book of love”

Yesterday I plied a bobbin of Romney, went to therapy, bought a pile of
indian spices (we already have a bunch, but they’re old and the bag they’re
in is sticky and this is a problem I’m okay with solving with money), had a
chill day at work, and some excellent snuggle up with reading time with P.
Much better food day, just a touch of minor instability after lunch.