Dear Bridget,
I planned to wake up at 7 today to get many things done. But when I woke up I felt very sick, and I knew that I really needed to sleep if I was going to get anything done today. So then I woke up at nine.
Right now I’m sitting in my room in my chair with this dog, who coincidentally looks just like that fox pillow:
my walking to the mailbox friend
Your paleo snack looks very delicious and I used to eat a similar snack whenever I was on whole 30. I am sorry that you cried but I also know that crying is good for you. I haven’t watched our favorite movie, About Time, in a long while. I think I absolutely must watch it this weekend. I found this paper doll online and it reminded me of Mary, and by extension, you.
I too wish that best friends could be together alll the time. Parting is such sweet sorrow. Or so they say. I’m really hoping to get a job soon because then I will be able to make more plans. I have been busying myself a lot this summer and trying to give myself purpose by writing letters and creating things and applying for jobs and editing Brett’s menus and working and watching Game of Thrones. I think that feeling purposeless is scary. I plan a new life for myself in my head every day. Maybe that’s bad? I don’t know.
I saw a man walking down the road today who was just smiling the biggest smile for no apparent reason. And he never let his smile down. I love people, Bridget. Especially you. I hope that we get to see fireworks together soon.
I love you to the moon and back,
Anna
