Sundays are the best

Sundays are my favourite day of the week.

Slight embarrassment to share: sitting in a cafe in West Vancouver, and there’s 3 other people doing the exact same thing I am right now. Leaning in, looking up in deep contemplation, talking into their screens, chatting directly to the command line. It’s weird.

Thursday afternoon my concierge flagged a package. Looked at it and thought, pretty sure I didn’t order anything. I opened it anyway. Caroline, Emmett, and the LP crew had sent Unreasonable Hospitality by Will Guidara. Thanks! Halfway through. So far, the takeaway = it’s not about the execution, but how you make people feel in the execution.