Slow to rise.
Morning pages outside. The little slivers of sunrays slipping through the leaves.
The woodpeckers have found another spot.
Another day in bed.
Sunlight falling through the window.
I think the headache might be the TMJ?
Under normal circumstances, one would be shocked or surprised. But not today.
Tomato soup and grilled cheese.
I don’t want to go back?
“Eat the meat, throw away the bones.”
Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Fifty-One
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