What’s with the birds this morning?

I’ve now become one of those people who can no longer tolerate a grocery store donut.

I let the sun blind me.

Every day she asks what I am doing, and every day I feel like I say the same thing. Do I sound excited? What am I teaching her to anticipate about adult life when I respond with such little enthusiasm? What am I modeling for her? For all of them?

Today’s playlist is top notch.

I breathe and watch the spiderwebs above me jiggle.

Nothing will ever be the same.

The scrub jay keeps hopping into the hammock. Silly bird.

I wouldn’t give this up.

But this feels good.