When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead
— Ernest Hemingway
Checking in from under the dome of the Westfield;
Personally celebrating the second day of daylight saving;
La Boulange is blasting its finest musique française.
My belly’s full of linguine and clams and a tiny sample of prosecco.
I’m seated next to a bouquet of a dozen richly red roses.
And the love of my life is only two stories and a few feet away.
Bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss.