this is the time of year when i brown butter more than i boil rice and i waste money on splashes of festive holiday syrups in mediocre coffee. we return to our favorite traditions, and they feel like a standing date we’re actually looking forward to. the days get filled with reunions where small talk isn’t necessary, the bartender remembers you, and something as simple as the diner’s lighting slips the stress off of you. slack is quieter, as colleagues remind you that they too do things other than work, walk the dog and go for sanity walks.
festivities and forgetfulness
festivities and forgetfulness
festivities and forgetfulness
this is the time of year when i brown butter more than i boil rice and i waste money on splashes of festive holiday syrups in mediocre coffee. we return to our favorite traditions, and they feel like a standing date we’re actually looking forward to. the days get filled with reunions where small talk isn’t necessary, the bartender remembers you, and something as simple as the diner’s lighting slips the stress off of you. slack is quieter, as colleagues remind you that they too do things other than work, walk the dog and go for sanity walks.