My last meeting of the day yesterday was actually a surprise happy hour thrown in honor of my first workiversary. This was super cool but ended up eating several hours of a normally peaceful evening. By the time I got home, I felt like a truck hit me and immediately went to bed. So, forgive me for the late entry for Wednesday, March 7th.
My favorite word is Minutiae. Not only because of the wonderful mushy feeling as it rolls off your tongue, but also because I feel like it represents what I find beautiful in just about everything.