Still so dark.

Break down the last bit of evidence. Recycling center sometime this week.

Trying not to fret about the passing of the days. This panic in the body that I get when I feel like time is running out.

It’s chillier than I thought it would be but there is still a little line at The Station. There are still men standing in the parking lot, hoping for a little bit of work on a Sunday.

For the first time in a long time, finding joy in meal planning.

More Beyblades. This feels like the time when the oldest started playing Minecraft and wanted to explain every little thing to me. All of the talking.

I am getting to the age where I just don’t care to learn new social media platforms.

The questions aren’t easy, but they are necessary. And we always feel much better once we do it.

They really are so funny.

So much prep, but it’s so good: Vietnamese Lemongrass Beef and Noodle Salad with Pax Chenin Blanc.