Finally Friday.

I'm craving just a little bit of coffee, in this chair right here, in this light, with this view.

Oh. No plan. I chuckle to myself.

Constantly trying to remind myself that there is still plenty of time. But maybe not enough time for all of the things I want to do and be.

Their last Friday of school. The last Friday with the sound of clinking plates in the back seat of the car.

The five stages of change.

Balance.

The house is a disaster. Tomorrow. I can do it tomorrow.

Pushing fear to the back of your mind.

This is not the kind of game that’s fun to watch, but the company is good, and there’s a little bit of wine.