Coffee with my boys!

Aphrodite accepts all group chat invitations, sneaky bitch.

This sung poem has been stuck in my head for years. It’s the last line, wouldn’t it be great if it was like this all the time, a soul asking for more joy, that’s me today.

Lyrics by Van Morrison

Chillin like a villain!

Solitary pursuits.

Lisbon on a cloudy but perfect day.

And yet my middle aged bum is looking more youthful with every asana.