We’re still counting this as Monday because I haven’t gone to bed yet. Don’t mind that I did just crawl into it… from the couch where I passed out hours ago. But we’re counting it.

I don’t have a lot to say since I last posted this series only a few days ago so this will be a short recap.

Friday’s coffee date involved talking about babies. Saturday’s beer fest involved a baby and more talking about babies. Sunday the guy I’m seeing asked me about my thoughts on babies. Today my cousin updated me on her soon-to-be-here baby. And I found out my other cousin is expecting a baby. So many babies.

Babies.

Babies.

Babies.

I’m 36 and undecided about babies. But I’m I’ve thinking about them a lot lately.

Whether I want to or not.

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I visited PAFA finally.

Loved it.

More art please.

Argentina won. Messi is still GOAT.

I watched Split at the Philadelphia Film Society as part of the semi quincentennial celebration.

What happened to M. Night Shyamalan? I like his stuff. I’ll have to Google him soon.

But not tonight, because I need to go to bed and not skip 6:30am yoga tomorrow.

So goodnight.

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Babies.

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Oh and the weather today was wild.

Climate change.