Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Thirty-Nine
Another weird dream. I blame it on stress. Eclipse season?
Big strength, little strength.
Six tiny breakfast sausages in a paper cup.
I really gotta work on my timing in the morning. I can’t get out of here fast enough.
Gratitudes.
There’s something off about their energy today. Disconnected? Aloof? Distracted? Whatever it is, I’m regretting that we’ve added them to these meetings.
Slow down, sir.
Perfect lunch weather. If nothing else, at least there is this.
Not the referral I was hoping for, but at least an order for bloodwork.
Wait. What happened to the chili?