John and I spent the whole weekend with only each other and it was one of the best ones I’ve had in a long time.
I figured out how to save my novel (I think) and we saw Boyhood, which was amazing. Then we sat in a dark bar and watched the street traffic til 2 in the morning.
I love being able to walk through the park on our way home from dinner, and listen to the gentle lap of the waves on the tiny Brooklyn beach.
I was home alone. I wrote.