Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Fifty-Nine
Time to wake up.
So cold for yoga this morning. Should have started that fire.
He says no to the stuffed animals, but I manage to find a few tiny chocolate bunnies.
Begin the focaccia. Begin the mac and cheese. Make an apple crisp.
Hammock and sun. Already wishing for one more day.
Better, but also not.
What would happen if I just ignored this?
Two helpings.
“Who do you want to be known as?”
Eventually, it will all make sense.