Better late than never.

Daydreaming about morning fires.

He gets it. Maybe more than the others, even if it doesn’t always seem like it.

I decide on “Last August” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. She says she’s curious about this one. “It feels achievable,” I say.

She said she was hoping I would get more cookbooks. Did I make anything out of the ones I just had?

Sun.

A little bit of peace.

Tired. So tired.

What is nature, and what is nurture? Is it too late to nurture out some of the nature?

Tomorrow is going to be a long day.