Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Two
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So sweaty. What happened? “The power is out.”
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I hear the coffee maker sputtering as I head down the stairs.
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So humid. I look at the light coming through the leaves of the palm.
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I finish typing up the blog post. It feels incomplete and not completely polished. Raw. But maybe raw is good.
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Morning pages. Take it slow. There is enough time.
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All these tiny lizards.
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Good thing we had to go to the Wal-mart. I needed to get more steps in.
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What happened to today? Where did it go?
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But can’t we do better? Come on. After all that’s happened in these last months. The irony of making a wine, the proceeds of which benefit organizations providing services to BIPOC, to then name a wine that. We can do better.
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Giggles with her. I’m glad she called. I’m glad I picked up.
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Make your own pizza night.
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They takes these steps really seriously.