Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Fifty-One
Just one log.
A Tuesday that feels like a Wednesday.
To be called disingenuous.
Both. And. Compassionate but with boundaries.
Not enough time to sit and doodle and think. But in two more days.
I should have taken a walk today.
Change is change, and in this moment, it’s too early to know whether it’s good or bad.
Cold legs.
Tomato soup and grilled cheese.
Second-to-last slice of pecan pie. A few minutes of a baking show. A quick write-up for the paper. Trying to hold the vision.
