Ten.Six Hundred & Forty-Two
Still in pain. Want to crawl back in bed.
Trying to not let myself back out of going to the PTA meeting. I just need to get some coffee in me and then I’ll be okay.
This top. It’s blend of innocence and allure, old and new. I need more places to wear this.
I put on a black turtleneck because I think I’m going to be too cold. Heavy sweater over it. Coffee cup filled with coffee and frothy oat milk.
But, I mean, where is the multi-purpose room?
Rain, hot nettles infusion, “Women of Color,” bed.
The feeling of impermanence.
Syrah from the Central Coast. Blackberry, stemmy, spicy. Eventhough we’re heading into summer, I think cool climate Syrah might replace Pinot Noir for awhile.
Too early to fall asleep.