Cool. Cold. Monday.

Could go either way. Trying not to fret about making a mistake. Trying to envision the best possible outcome.

The scary part, of course, is that what I want has not yet been created. But I don’t know if I have the energy to create it. But then again, I haven’t asked for help. I must get over this feeling as though I must figure everything out on my own.

Let it be easy.

But I’m not the only one. And that is somewhat comforting.

Forcing myself to stop the impulse of checking.

He's talking, and maybe even happy?

Time. It's just nice to have time.

miss them. I am grateful that I miss them. That is a special thing.

Roasted chicken and shallots. Braised potatoes. Parmesan chard.