Happiness tonic.

Chipped nail.

I hear the pump stop. The tank is only 3/4 full. I sigh.

Steady interruptions.

Two tiny black lizards. For some reason, it feels like a sign. I should probably be sure to wear shoes. People keep talking about how bad the rattlesnakes are this year.

The bees. I am not as afraid of them as I thought I would be.

And from that one conversation, a handful of ideas that I know I will have to save for later. There will be time for it later.

Distracted.

I do miss wine and being a part of these conversations. If I’m going to be at work, I’m glad it is to do this.

Tomorrow.