|and in the treble clef|

Life isn’t measured in inches, decibels or years.

Life isn’t about engagement rings, kicks or rims.

But we don’t care, we want them anyway;

You measure yours in pearls and parties,

I’ll measure mine in friends and zinfandel

And

As long as we’re dancing,

Why stop to count the beat?

(day seventy-eight)

I love my work.

I lost two pounds on set yesterday; weird. Welcome, but weird.

And after seeing the photos from the set, I’m painfully aware of how much work yet remains.

We can’t stop now, just because the view is grand-

We’re only halfway up the dune, and we’re slipping in the sand.

Viens avec moi?

xx