Latte and thoughts, hearing Henry cry for something upstairs. Both big kids up. Headed to Sonoma Square in a matter of minutes…. Gas in car first.
Finally found time for a shower this morning. Don’t know how many days it’s been. That’s a covid-era thing, I feel.
Little bit of an anxious feel, but I write through it. Try to.
Running into an old friend yesterday, hadn’t seen her in I think 8 years. Time remind me that there is more than enough to write in the moment, right now, here, where you are.
Another semester note. Noted.