The downside of the heat being on is that the morning workouts are much sweatier.

Coming around the curve, I see a layer of frost on everything.

One by one.

He’s right. Don’t say anything today; save it for another time. Now is not the time to squeeze.

Second shower of the morning. A meditation.

I had forgotten that she was sending me something. The note says something about a creature. I tell my husband that I hope it isn’t something that was at some time alive. Inside the paper is a metal snail. A snail. A snail! The most perfect tiny talisman at the the perfect time.

Feeling like focaccia.

He’s right. I wouldn’t quit.

I already know that I need one more day.

“Now is not the time to lose faith.”