Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Fifty-Four
In this instance, I don’t think the dream is going to come true.
A meditation while lying in bed.
We decide I should make it a priority not to let the chaos get to me.
Sometimes, the best response is no response.
Sunshine.
It’s still not available.
Chocolate cake. I tell her I don’t like chocolate cake. I only like my mom’s German Chocolate Cake. She asks if it’s a family recipe. I tell her it comes from the box of the baker’s chocolate but people do act like it’s some special recipe. It’s just that good.
A lot of sighing while emptying the dishwasher and something about someone not rinsing the avocado off their dish.
Everyone is looking for something sweet but settling for air-popped popcorn.
I need to take notes.
