TIme to get up.

Long list of things to do.

Make the best of it.

It takes a really long time to hand-grate chocolate bars. Like, a really long time. Then I remember that I am getting paid for it so I must continue.

The different colors of light that filter through the windows. Peachy tones and blue tones and soft green hues. I think of the photo filters that give an image that Vintage California feel. I feel like I’m living in a picture.

A long line of cows on the crest of the hill.

The Four Agreements.

Just nerves, maybe.

How is it already 5 o’clock?

I write furiously, edit, have him read it, and then send it off. “Closed mouths don’t get fed.”