Other Things of Note.

Morning fog wending its way down the street, shrouding the trees across the way, making them look like veiled widows; the interpersonal equivalent of a colon cleanse (hint: this is why some of the links I’ve recently posted are broken); Meep curled up in my lap; a deep and abiding sense of relief and freedom from fetters; conjuring calendar holidays; venturing to a new grocery store later in hopes of finding a happy medium between H.E.B. and Central Market; Aunt Sheila’s rainbow-colored afghan, which has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember; the excitement of too many ambitions; waffles for breakfast; to be continued.

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