Who’s alarm is this?

Too late.

Already so much light. Spring is coming.

I’m still not doing what I should be doing.

I forgot that sometimes I get so much done when I’m in the office.

Happiness Tonic.

Perhaps I did overextend myself by thinking I could make dinner and a charcuterie board and wash the wine glasses all at the same time.

We’re all on the same page.

Maybe, one day, everywhere I live will actually look like I live there.

Up too late. Way too late.