. Wine headache.
. Large glass of water, everything outside green, brown crinkled leaves on the driveway and a bunny is making its way through them and I wonder (hope) if a thunderstorm will wander in today. There was lightening in the clouds last night.
. Blood on the floor.
. Laundry day.
. The crockpot gets dusted off and filled with the bones I’ve been hoarding for bone broth.
. I turn off the a/c and open the windows so I can hear the rain, so the scent of it can fill my apartment. The a/c hasn’t been turned off in over a month and without the sound of it’s fan I can hear the woman below opening and closing (slamming) her cupboards.
. A plate of crispy, salted potatoes is it’s own kind of heaven.
. “That he wants the comfort of what he has but that he is uncomfortable with how he came to have it, is one of the conundrums of whiteness.” ~ White Debt, Eula Biss
. Puttanesca + chocolate coconut ice cream.
. It seems we are all dealing with our own versions of loneliness.
. The rain has pushed out the worst of the heat.
. Tell me your stories…