Tuesday.

Beyonce stations while I sip on my morning drink and power through emails.

Or I could say what I want and need, and maybe, just maybe, I will get it.

I say all the things out loud, and it does sound like a lot.

Well, of course, I need to come. How could I not?

How would I do this if I were on my own? Community.

Is it really just radical honesty? Everyone knows that there is nothing to lose.

I apologize for not having time to talk with them. I promise I will make time tomorrow. They promise they will come and find me.

These are all such juicy dreams.

Double. Double. Blue skies and whispy clouds. Mountains. Kids ducking under barbed wire? Buster’s BBQ.