This morning it seems my google mail account has been hacked by someone or thing intent on selling stupid shit on the internet. And I feel like someone beat me up. Maybe because we've been working in a studio that averages 48 degrees. Which is where I have to go now. To said cold SAIPUA. But we'll be decorating for Christmas today. Fist pump. I'm going to get 3 hot chocolates.
ps, we're teaching Nea to jump rope.