I slip my feet into the warm slippers before heading downstairs to the cold floor.

The electricity bill is going to be ridiculous.

Dairy-free yogurt for the win.

Coffee in hand, listening to the water below. Coyote. It looks healthy and strong as it trots along the trail. Remember who was here first.

Well. Demolition has begun.

I spread the cards before me. Self-acceptance. Is this a lifelong process?

The office is done. One more box down.

Laundry. A bowl of popcorn. Twilight Zone. Nap. Masterclass with Walter Mosley.

“Even as a child she had lived her own small life within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life - that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.” - Kate Chopin, “The Awakening”

Cautiously optimistic.