Dear Friend,
This newsletter was dated July 10, and it's just now getting sent. The title is even more appropriate considering the last letter I wrote was dated May 29. Seventy days have passed. SEVENTY. Maybe I should rename this my "sometimes once in a blue moon" letter. In fact we did just have a blue moon.
Where does the time go? I couldn't tell you what we did in the last 70 days right off the top of my head but I guess that's why I love Instagram so much. it's a visual diary of days: