A Monday that feels like a Sunday. Grateful for another day without the crush of places to be.

I just need to finish this proposal. I look up words to make sure that they are what I want them to be.

6:30-7:30pm. Great. Looks like we’re going to Longhorn tonight.

Now to hold myself together. To keep faith but to not get too excited. But this feels a little different. A lot different. Just need to finish this proposal so that I can start cleaning.

Blast the Panic At The Disco.

But all the women in me are tired. And that’s because our culture has not set us up to thrive or to honor our humanity. How does one be against the game and yet play enough of it to find the resources to subvert it?

Action breeds clarity.

I should have known it was going to be a mediocre meal when we stepped in front of the hostess stand and it was sticky.

Mediocre Malbec.

They’re still there.