Not enough sugar for muffins.

Wash and wash and wash.

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?

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.”

Rain. Rain?

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.

Leftovers are always so good.

“You can have anything you want, but you can’t have it all at the same time.”

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.

I feel like I’ll never be able to catch up.