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.