Ten. Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Seventy-Three
The first thing I notice is all of the fog, which triggers a little worry about today's plans.
Then I remember that I didn’t really tell anyone that I would be in these spaces today. Not a major thing, but not a minor thing, either. Kind of major.
Coffee x 2 because this week just requires it.
On my way back I spot a snail on the stone stairs—the first one I’ve seen in years, maybe. It brings a smile to my face. What a good little bit of medicine today.
At least I’ll get my steps in.
When you trust your team, you can relax just a little.
I’ve been up since before 5 a.m., too. I’m starting to get a little delirious myself.
She did indeed lay an egg in this nest. “Nest as a symbol of home. Nest as a symbol of protection. Nest as a symbol of prosperity. Nest as a symbol of love. Nest as a symbol of growth.”
One more day.
But still need a little more time.
