can't hang w the baristas
. I fend off Ani till 7:30am before getting up to feed her.
. Back in bed because it feels good under the weight of these blankets and I consider buying one of those automatic cat feeder contraptions.
. Decaf earl grey, oat milk, morning bath. It’s starting to snow.
. He brings espresso + spilled milk.
. Interrogation over stewed tomatoes and jammy eggs.
. A walk in the snow that is mostly slush. The dog is happy to be off her leash and we talk about art.
. My boots are full of cold water. We go another lap.
. Now the snow is real snow and everything is covered white.
. I’m chattering a mile a minute with her. Fucking espresso.
. Wine + benadryl + Killing Eve + I wonder when sleep will come.