Big yawn. Soft light slipping through the slats. The birds are rather quiet this morning.

The sputter of the coffee machine.

Gratitude.

I tell her that I’m not as scared as I would have been a handful of years ago and that means something.

Can I slow down time today?

I realize that even very smart people make incorrect assumptions.

There is so much room for growth.

Forgot the leeks. Sub shallots. Out of butter. Check the crock. Can’t make a crust for the gallete. Just roast the apricots in cinnamon and sugar and top them with freshly whipped cream.

We are too full for dessert anyway.

Truthtelling is so good for you.