No, no. Time to get up.

Where is the sweater. Save the sweater for another. Pick something else. But let it still be gray.

“Did you sleep okay last night?” “Yes. I’m just confused as to how it’s already 6:45.” Rubs eyes.

Forgot to get what I needed for banana muffins. I realize, as I’m in the middle of making granola and bacon and eggs, that in this moment, I am my own worst enemy. I could have just made them eat the frozen waffles.

I roast tomatoes and a bell pepper in the oven to add to last night’s leftovers. Everything smells so good.

At it already.

Deep breaths. Try to avoid making eye contact.

I should share this podcast with everyone. Because it’s not about money. I mean, it is definitely about money, but it’s about more than that.

The win is the ask.

Her face. So good to see her face. And to hear her voice. And it’s been long since we’ve talked. I will make it up to Seattle this year. That will happen.