166. nose to the grindstone

August 31st, 2009 § 10 Comments

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I received the missing parts for my back-up camera today, so I decided to take a picture of the prettiest thing in my apartment right now: my desk. This is where I spend the bulk of my day, as you might be able to tell by the computer, the books, and the mug of licorice-and-fennel tea next to the photograph of my husband and his grandfather. 

I used to feel guilty about my obsession with buying fresh flowers from the farmer’s market. It just seemed like such an unnecessary luxury. But then my friend Kat told me one day to think of it as therapy; sometimes you just have to do nice things for yourself, because they make you feel better. And ever since, I’ve not batted an eyelash at picking up a bouquet (or two, or three) at the market. 

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