Ten.Seven Hundred & Seven
I should probably go back and check the numbers for this thing. But by now, it’s really not about the numbers, is it?
Donuts. I really wish they had a caramel and not a maple.
Everyone is sleeping in. There is not enough of a breeze for the windows to be open.
Does this even make sense?
I start it over again because it is that good. Because it reminds me of who I really am.
If it’s going to be this hot, I’m glad that it’s this slow.
It turns out that many people have heard of Naperville. I miss that place. But I also don’t. But I also really do.
Another teary-eyed lunch break.
“Do I want to be that person, or do I want to more fully inhabit and become this person I have been being?” - Jericho Brown
We are home.