Tuesday.
Sunnier than I thought it would be. This gives me joy. A little bit of peace.
Second breakfast: a bowl of grapefruit and slices of avocado drizzled with olive oil and flaky salt. Decaf coffee and a pressed juice.
No. It’s not for me.
Packed.
I need to do some more research.
Over-promising and under-delivering.
Control what you can control.
Sometimes, when he moves, it's like he is moving in slow motion. It's not slow. It's grace.
We’ll do it, too, one of these days.
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