Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Eighty-Five
Just a little bit more time.
Still groggy but pushing through one cup at a time.
Reading and writing and getting inspired again. This is why I’m doing this.
A breath of fresh air.
Leftover tomato soup with seasoned croutons sprinkled across the top.
Sure. We could grab a coffee, but I have no idea when.
I should take a few more days off.
Something about the start of the season feels good and right, even though all of the pieces aren’t in the right place yet. Maybe this is just what happens when you get to five years.
Eating my reward for finishing this short paper.
It’s going to be a good week.
