Monday? Already?

It feels later than it is. Light tricks.

Bacon and potatoes. I fill up the coffee pot. I tell myself I should make a separate batch of decaf in the Bialetti. Then I convince myself that I will be okay with the caffeine.

The real stuff tastes so good.

She’s already outside. I join her. This is a better way to work.

I see myself.

It’s hot, but it also feels so good.

The thing is, you cannot let it consume you.

Word games at dinner.

We are all going to be so tired after this week.