I’ve never seen Porto’s as empty as it was this morning. I remember our weekly rituals of picking up pastries before rehearsals on Wednesday evenings. Cheese rolls, potato balls and mango empanadas. Bliss in the form of carbohydrates and cheap calories. What was once a happy-go-lucky escape is now turning into one of conflicting schedules, meaningless arguments, hidden remorse and resulting stress. No bueno. Relatedly, I need to be able to reach out to people once more and not just rely on pen and paper, or in this case, a screen and keyboard, to spew out my thoughts. Make more of an effort to rekindle old friendships and share the goings on of my life. Apologies to those I’ve forgotten to text back or keep play dates with. You know who you are. Ellen’s leaving this week, leaving the Accounting position open at work. I’m still unsure if what she said was in jest or if it was simply in passing, but she mentioned recommending me for the position to the Boss Man. I’m up for the challenge if they’ll allow it. One aspect of my life is greatly improving while others are turning to shit. Such is life.