What a weird series of dreams. A really weird series of dreams.

Oh, wait. I’m working today.

Cereal for them. I’m not yet sure what I want. A biscuit? A bowl of Lucky Charms? The traffic will be light. I have time to think about it.

But seriously. 2019 wasn’t exactly what I thought it would be. What exactly did I think it would be? I don’t even remember having any intention for it? But there were a lot of people who made it really great.

Yes. I get to be chauffeured to work.

I want to say, “what a lovely spring day!” but it’s actually winter. It still feels strange to me that this mildness and this showing of green is winter.

Quiet in the office.

What are you actually talking abou?.

Quarters. That’s when I know it’s time to go.

In bed by 10. Just like I planned. Happy New Year 34 year-old Alisha. Happy New Year.