Three Things

1. There is nothing better than the smell of smoke at dusk. The only thing that would make it better is if it included a guitar (played by someone else since I don't play) and some singing. And maybe s'mores. 

2. I got home and Hank snuggled right into my armpit. I don't think it was pleasant smelling, but he didn't care. True love.

3. My heart is starting to hurt at the thought of leaving Durham. Ouch.

I hope you have a great Friday!

xo