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