one/nine/twenty-one

In the home of never clean windows, three noses pressed.

Saturday.

The dump, the library, the grocery.

A first draft book review I meant send off weeks ago.

Meal planning, garden planning, what'll you do with your life planning.

Three square meals, times four.

Tomato stains scrubbed from a homemade coat I referred to as an heirloom! the moment after a food processor incident last night splattered us both.

And-

some sweet little nothing (some sweet little everything) I wrote and emailed to myself about how nice it is to look through a window and see Craig on the other side.