Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Eighty-Two
Decaf and journaling in the morning light. The perfect pause.
“Bittersuite” - Billie Eilish
Flowers! A self-warming mug! Friends! The best Monday!
Tri-tip; peach, arugula, and goat cheese salad; pinquinto beans; garlic bread.
We’ve now been invited to play pickleball on the crush pad.
We’re all trying to heal, aren’t we?
She’s picking the orchid branches out of the arrangements and putting them into a plastic bag.
Cheez-its and the wint-o-green mints are back.
The gym feels cool until you actually start running in it.
She says it feels weird to hear herself be called a senior.