Coffee — yes. Dogs — yes. Confidence that I’m a genius chef after making a successful omelet — also yes. I dream of traveling the world, but first, I’ll make it to the kitchen. I laugh until tears (if I haven’t forgotten my umbrella).Greet the sunrise — if possible, after noon, and host evenings with blankets, debating the shelves that still haven’t been hung. I find joy in the little things, then nitpick those same little things… But hey, I try not to lose my taste for life, even when it burns again, like my last dinner.