Murphy and I are going on a long weekend vacation this weekend, which is good. I’m feeling stuck like I’m in a rut.

When it snows in New York everything slows down. Everything. It’s beautiful and white then quickly turns to a nasty brown grey slush. You have to jump over puddles when crossing the street and forget about getting a taxi, they’re all taken.

A few weeks back I got to spend time with some friends who also happen to make amazing music, The Secret Life of Sofia.

A breakfast party in Philly from last weekend. We ate non-stop, played out of tune instruments, and napped when we felt like it. Definitely was one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time, not to mention their apartment is a slice of heaven.