I can keep on sleeping.

I wonder if I also make that much noise. I don't think I do. I'm almost certain do not.

Start the beans.

I keep the headphones in my ears. No more crime podcasts; must find something funny.

I intended to do laundry, but instead I am scrolling through Pinterest.

“You belong because you're in the room.”

I burn my tongue taste-testing the beans. More molasses.

Sore triceps.

Sancerre and San Francisco 49ers aka how you know you live in wine country.

Less worry, more faith.