Still tired.

I think about how I forgot to put sugar in the scones and decide to use the boxed waffle mix instead.

Clean and think. Think and clean.

The sound of the rain hitting the roof. I light the candle on my desk and watch the flame.

The difference between charity and solidarity. Where have I engaged in charity instead of solidarity?

I can’t remember the last time I got a shot. I feel my nerves, but she is quick. One down. One to go. I thought I’d be more excited.

“The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.” - Eden Phillpotts as seen on new vision board

I can feel the answer in my body. It is another thing to speak it.

Sore arm. Tired. Ready for sleep.

Maybe I want none of it.