Hey, it's me, Leandra, your pal, recording voice notes into the abyss, hopefully an abyss that is serving some version of a utilitarian purpose for you.

I don't know if it's actually utilitarian. God, I can be so wordy sometimes, huh? It's Saturday morning, April 25th, I think.

By the time you hear this, if you ever hear it, it will be Sunday of the following week.

So who knows whether or not the way that I'm feeling right now will register authentic to that moment for me,

but I guess there is some value in the fact that it is real to me and for me right now, huh?

Anyway, the sun is out and I am walking up Lafayette Street with Madeline and Laura in their stroller.

I've got half a cookie in my bag.

And Madeline just heard me say that.

She flinched around and is now asking for the cookie.

Let's see if she starts crying.

I'm not sure if she will.

And, you know, I got to tell you that I'm just thinking because I'm starting to see all of these flowers blooming and

it's one of those perfect spring mornings that actually remind you on a visceral level that summer

is coming, that winter ends.

You know that feeling in the middle of winter when you're just like, oh my God,

I cannot even imagine that there is a future where I'm not freezing cold.

It's one of those days that prove you wrong.

It's fresh.

I mean, I hear birds.

Laura's talking to the birds.

I'm now staring at a little planter of daffodils,

and there are little orange flowers on the bottom of it.

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