I smiled as I saw my tulips on the diningroom table this morning. They never fail to make me happy inside. Reminders of a special place, the people I love and my favourite time of year. I’m heading to New York in the morning so I thought to bring them in my office to enjoy some more before I go. It’s helping my brain wrestle the giant number told to me on the phone by a heavily-accented Irish car mechanic named Ian. Sharkie has never really cost me much coin before but unfortunately I think we’re ushering in a new era. Oh welp. My flowers are a delight.
