Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Sixteen
+2
Really needed that extra hour of sleep.
Hair day.
Queenie. I start to judge my emotional reactions and then remember that good art makes you feel, that engaging with any artistic work is going to elicit a response.
They say that the goats are loud. They are. This is a whiny bunch.
I shouldn’t be cold but I grab a blanket and throw it over my legs, and then my arms.
Just one more day? Just one more day.
A new 5-year plan.
Lamb chops.
I stare at all of them the same way. A mixture of awe, fear, curiosity.