Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Thirty-Five
The sound of the rain.
Will I really miss two days in a row?
The mind and body are in opposition.
More voices than usual in the room, but it adds another kind of energy, a liveliness that is welcome on a day like today.
Nothing but gray skies.
When you get what you wanted, but not exactly.
One degree of separation.
Bourbon Maple Walnut fudge.
Maple-miso glazed chicken and Brussels sprouts. Some baby potatoes added to bulk it up.
“The highest form of freedom is based on want, not need. Choosing what yo want takes radical honesty, commitment, and courage.”
