Up before the alarm, which is a good thing, I think.

I rewrite the list into my planner to make sure it gets done.

But you gotta decide to be all in.

The irony is that I keep opening up the app to distract me from the news, but the app is full of the news and therefore ruining any kind of escapism in which I want to participate.

Purple tulips on their last leg.

I use the word “untethered.” We talk about collective grief. We wonder when we’ll get to stop repeating this story.

Of course, though, I get the most likes when the topic is Black death and trauma.

I fill out the forms for two things, this feels good. I am not attached to the outcome, just proud of myself for pushing through to complete them.

When you realize that this is a day you don’t have to go to the baseball fields.

Sheet pan meal for the win.