Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Fifty-Two
Only three hours. I will pay for this later.
Hot tea. Yelling goodbyes through closed doors.
The light is breathtaking. Everything is bright and alive.
I remember why I don’t drink coffee anymore.
One 90-minute meeting, and it feels like it’s 6:00 p.m., not 11:30 a.m. I really need more sleep.
And then, sometimes, small things happen to remind you that the bigger things are on their way.
I think he’s offering to be a mentor. I feel a little lucky.
Maybe it’s just going to be one of those seasons. But still, no negative parent emails yet, I tell her.
Yes, more of this, please.
These cookies are gross and disappointing. I can’t believe I stayed up an extra 22 minutes to make these.
