Ten.Eight Hundred & Seven
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Not enough sugar for muffins.
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Wash and wash and wash.
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Still not used to this new routine which really feels like no routine at all and so what am I going to do about it?
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The whirring sound it makes as it tries to climb the hills. Poor thing is working so hard. The sound of static through the words: “Courage and Confidence, Humility and Curiosity.”
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Rain. Rain?
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I forget the attachment. Of course. I remind myself that it happens to everyone. I won’t do it again. Something he says: “I will make mistakes but I won’t make the same one twice.” I mean, I might do it again but I will try not to.
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Leftovers are always so good.
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“You can have anything you want, but you can’t have it all at the same time.”
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I try to remind myself that I just need to do what I can with the time I have. And only one thing at a time. But I still text her and vent.
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I feel like I’ll never be able to catch up.