So, so sick. Feels like the flu. Balloon head. Headache. Vaseline on the lens of a handheld camera clutched by a teeter-tottering 2 year old running down a steep driveway.

And if things weren’t surreal enough… There’s a seven month wait for a pair of Augusta’s that I’m about to sign up for. I asked if Simone was going to have to grow a special horse for the pair and the answer was, no, doesn’t have to wait for a horse to grow up, but he does have to find the right Cordovan.

Secret pleasures. Requiring no outside validation. Are the best.