. Sometimes I wish I could cram all my favorite people into my office with me at 7am so we can watch the sun rise together. I’d make everyone cups of caramel coffee (and they’d be skeptics turned converts!) and we would all comment on how beautiful the sky was before returning to our grey-beige jobs.
. An e-mail notification to say the spring-form pan is on it’s way and will be delivered by 8pm tomorrow. What an amazing world we live in, that you can have a wish and Amazon Prime will make it true in 2 days.
. Speaking of wishes... there are rumors of cooler weather arriving this week. I’m certain there is a container of last winter’s cauli-leek soup in the freezer. I put “sourdough loaf” on the growing grocery list and feel very pleased with my habit of making extra large batches of things.
. I pick a different bench for sitting on today. One without tree sap all over it. Fool me once...
. I’m acting like a pancer when I should be acting like a plotter. Life changing, this!
. Not one, but two, finches lie dead on the sidewalk. I figure they’ve flown into the reflective glass of the dorm. I don’t want to notice, but I notice, their strangely angled necks. I let out an audible meep of sadness and resist the urge to hold them in my palm and caress their feathered bellies.
. Root rot. Fuck.