23 AND FEELING FREE

A quiet rainy morning for a quiet girl to turn twenty-three. I have the day off all to myself until the bf takes us out for dinner in a few hours.
I put some frozen croissants out to rise last night and this morning treated myself to a very affordable sweet and salty and buttery feast. I'm on my third cup of coffee. Thanks Mom for the raspberry jam. I'm listening to all of my ten Bruce Springsteen albums in chronological order. Contemplating curling my hair for tonight, simmering chicken bones on the stove for soup later this week. Here we go 23, it's going to be a big one I think, so we better get started.