The Morning Had No Agenda
July nineteenth. The light came in the way it only does in the second half of summer, not tentative anymore, just settled into its angle, like it has decided where it belongs and…
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July nineteenth. The light came in the way it only does in the second half of summer, not tentative anymore, just settled into its angle, like it has decided where it belongs and…
Read entryJune twenty-first. I want to state for the record that I was aware of the risk. White linen in summer is essentially optimism in fabric form, and I wore it anyway. Simone came by…
Read entryJuly fifteenth. The cold brew situation started because the coffee shop two blocks over raised their prices again and I did the math and then I did not go back. That is the whole…
Read entryJuly seventeenth. The thing about cold brew is that it requires a level of optimism I am not sure I consistently possess. You make a decision in the morning that won't pay off unt…
Read entryJuly sixth. There was a list. I want to establish that before anything else. Not a long list, four things, written in my notes app on Saturday evening with the kind of confidence…
Read entryJuly second. I have a bunch of radishes on my counter and no plan. That is the entire summary of my Saturday morning, and also the logical conclusion of visiting a farmers market…
Read entryThe window has been open since about seven. I didn't plan that, I just woke up, walked to the kitchen, and realized the air coming in felt different. Not the cold-different of Mar…
Read entryThere was a cardinal on the fence this morning. I don't know how long he'd been there before I noticed him, I was just sitting on my bed doing nothing, which is something I'm stil…
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