Up before the alarm but not mad about it.

Water, water, water.

Revising the schedule.

I write that maybe I’ll stop doing this. I’ll just keep it to myself.

This is taking longer than I thought it would. Type, tab, enter. Tab, tab, tab, tab, tab, enter. Click. This is really a two-screen kind of situation.

A quiet walk.

I stand at the window and watch the butterfly glide and glide and glide. I feel the corners of my mouth turning up.

Western Tiger Swallowtail?

In today’s episode of night court, who ate all the Oreos?

Is there enough ice cream for me?