White and gray. That feels appropriate for today.

I think of the thunder and rain from yesterday. How it had been so long since I’d last heard thunder. I don’t know when I’ll hear it again.

Crispy waffle with strawberries and fresh whipped cream. Coffee.

I read the final pages. It probably won’t be much help to me, but it was enjoyable.

Why?

I sit down to work on the puzzle. I can’t decide if I want to keep working on it or just put back in the box and work on Frida instead. But the joy of accomplishment, right?

I watch her say the things that I am also feeling. There is no space online to go that is not triggering.

Seven more lemons have fallen from the tree. I think we need to try our hand at making Limoncello.

But also, don’t let anyone steal your joy.

Chimera

1. a: fire-breathing she-monster in Greek mythology having a lion's head, a goat's body, and a serpent's tail

   b: an imaginary monster compounded of incongruous parts

2. an illusion or fabrication of the mind, especially: an unrealizable dream

3. an individual, organ, or part consisting of tissues of diverse genetic constitution