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.