+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.