Apple number 4 was eaten late Saturday night after much wine while watching Tropic Thunder at home with my lovely husband. It was a fuji. I’d been carrying it around all day in case I’d needed a studio snack.
Apple number 5 was eaten at work on Monday in the late morning after some morning coffee from Jackson Place Cafe, a fruitless walk to the post office (systems down) and a fun walk with coworkers back to Jackson Place Cafe. It was a fuji.
