26 March 2020 Thursday
Stew!
There is stew on the stove and I’m going to eat it.
::happy::
it’s beginning to get to me that I know more of the stars and sea than I do of what’s in your head…
We need to feel breathless with love and not collapsed under its weight.
I’m gasping for the air to fill my lungs with everything I’ve lost.
Well maybe you should cry.
And all of this life moves around you, for all that you claim you’re standing still, you are moving too.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
Got cold enough to pull over a soft plush blanket and I’m now surrounded in soft plushy coziness and very happy about it.
New Orleans has alll the oysters and many of them have visited my belly and I am a happy.
Little things with tiny legs should not be allowed to move so fast
How did we ever defend ourselves without vacuum cleaners
and sneakers
My spatial sense sometimes astounds me with its effectiveness. I wonder where it comes from, and I am very grateful for it.
Side progress was had. Does little for the task list, yet does plenty anyway.
I like that Gmail considered 8:00am Thursday as “tomorrow” even though it’s currently 2:50am Thursday. Gmail understands me.
It’s amazing how much difference five pounds makes. I forgot how many more clothes are available to wear at this size.