Yesterday: Woke up as usual and made my way to the kitchen to get some coffee going in our Italian espresso maker as sexy hubby slept on, long blond hair wild on the pillow and closed eyes making him look less like a warrior Viking and more of an angel. After our daily coffee date and our usual dream analysis session, I headed to my herb garden and picked some fresh mint, stevia, dill and parsley as it was GIRL DATE day (YAY) with my chica CK @All in Bitcoin with CK and those would be my “flowers” for her. An hour later we’re in our usual spot. CK looks like the product of a love child between Julia Roberts and Penelope Cruz. Her inside is as beautiful as her outside and I don’t know if time stands still or speeds up when we’re together but it certainly doesn’t feel like the usual tick-tocking it does any other time. Suddenly, it was not morning but late in the afternoon and time to head home before the notorious rush hour traffic of San Salvador swallowed me in an, ‘Oh, look—Turkish kabab flavored car, yum!” kind of way. To the delight of my circadian rhythm, I managed to bake the chicken marinating in the fridge before the sun went down (was delicious) and lay in hubby’s arms as we watched a Dr. Zack Bush interview, me wondering if it is morally wrong to have a bit of a brain-crush on said doctor. So, if you were to ask me, “Binky, did some stranger in another country then come and smash your head with a baseball bat, sending splattery bits of organic matter flying everywhere?” I’d say, “Well, no. I was just going about my day, minding my own business.” Just like Iran.