Into Temptation

(Written from an undisclosed rent-free location.)

Downtown without an office means mall lunches, i.e. smoothies en route. Malls in Spring are dangerous, all little dresses and bikinis and unscuffed flat shoes. Bronzing this and lipstick that. Suddenly, I feel as though I need a makeover. And to release my winter skin into the light, limb by limb.

As of Friday, 90% of my personal effects were relocated and the prohibition on acquiring new things because they would have to be packed is a harder sell. Instead, I remind myself of how much I like this minimal life and that I have everything I need right now and that I'm soon unemployed and that the exchange rates are doing me no favors...