It’s early, I think. What is today? Today is Saturday.

The last thing I remember in the dream is a baby Dash asking for more rice while sitting in a high chair. The cheeks!

Don’t put so much pressure on yourself.

Leftover broth and noodles for breakfast. I think I could eat dinner for breakfast on most days. Unless it’s a Belgian waffle with fresh strawberries and big clouds of whipped cream.

It’s still cool but I face the sun and drape a blanket across my legs. Just need the fog to lift a little more and then I should be okay.

A different map of the tongue.

It takes too long.

Garbling meditation. The scent of lavender is soothing.

I am bothered even though I shouldn’t let it bother me. There are more important things to be bothered by. I try to refocus on Alice.

The water is hot, too hot. Extremely hot. I tell him it makes for a good bath, though. Water that is too hot means that the bath lasts a lot longer and I do have a book I want to finish.