A Tuesday In Late May

Listened to a bunch of Motown. Played a lot of tennis. Made a Detroit-style-ish pizza.

Smiles and satisfaction all around, and my serve’s improving too. Plus now I’m just humming Taylor Swift’s “Welcome to New York” with Detroit subbed in for NYC, the foxgloves are nearly in bloom, Theo is fast asleep, and Ed and I can watch some tv that’s not “Octonauts.”