Thank you, Lupita. For I am weary, and the weekend wedding coverage is going to wring us all dry, so this moment of brightness is making my morning.
She looks like a brightly tiled kitchen in a sunny villa that I just now rented in my head, and at which I am sunning myself peacefully, with no WiFi, and a large number of wine bottles and Diet Cokes for my future consumption. There is pasta, and garlic bread, and a large pool, and maybe also the entire Black Panther cast, and Chadwick Boseman is teaching the beans the art of suit-wearing, and… sigh. Oh, jet lag, you are so cruel to me. At least Lupita here was kind.
