Almost Friday.

The tightness of fresh braids.

Out of parchment paper. Need croutons for today’s lunch. Gamble with them being browner than I’d like on account of the dark pan.

Not enough coffee to fill a tumbler up for the road. Note to self: check Goodwill this weekend for a coffee pot to take into the office.

Vibes.

So much sunshine.

It is the same but also not.

I tell him the what, he gives me the why. I just call it intuition.

This is really just the beginning.

Almost Friday.