That dream. That dream.

Work today. Not looking forward to getting them ready. I think, last night, I told him that I also wished we were still on vacation. I like mornings that don’t require me to boss people around.

I shouldn’t think of it as bossing people around. “We lead them,” is what he would say.

Leftover roasted chicken, leftover pecorino bread crumbs, caesar dressing, and greens.

Gratitudes for access to this car which gets me over the hills with so much ease.

I want to write down what he’s saying about marginalized folks but I can’t because I’m driving. But let me remember it as something like this, “It’s the people who are often marginalized who tend to be in these liminal spaces, who see and experience phenomena…” Something like that. Something that rings true.

So much distraction. Open office concepts are such a bad idea for the introvert who dislikes overstimulation.

The water is cold. So cold. I knew I should have made him take his shower before dinner.

She tells me that she believes in me. And it’s oddly comforting to hear that from someone who knew me for only a few months. I press on.

I want there to be a season 3.