A little bit of cool air before the heat comes.

Still tired.

One cup of green juice and a banana. Coffee while I stare out at the trees.

Hmmmm.

I get excited but then realize that it might be futile.

I’m getting used to disappointing myself. No, it’s not that. It’s understanding that so much is shifting, my capacity is not what it used to be/normally is. This is okay. This is temporary.

The line is wrapped around the building. We grab a burger and eat it in the car before deciding to just turn back around and go home. What were even thinking?

He tells me that I’ve been working a lot. Like, a lot. And I almost start to cry. I am just tired.

She tells me she’s waiting on a new hair product to tame the grays. The grays just won’t behave. I laugh. I tell them about my rogue gray hair that never seem to make it into the braids.

Pizza from Tra Vigne. Sonoma Fig.