(Hi. I am in a super comfortable space rn and I am wanting to practice a small change in writing style. More adjectives. Outside of comfort zone! Could be really really bad, but probably interesting, and I have to try to do this for an audience or I – won’t care. Also practicing noticing things, if that makes sense.)

Deliberately showered for like twice as much time as usual, this morning! May or may not have accidentally kicked out the pump.

Got lost inside a frumpy-looking combination of the old black corduroy pants that used to be my mother’s, my dad’s baggy green wool sweater, the loose-knit winter hat that Donahue made me one Christmas, and a pair of somebody’s old grey socks with holes in the toes.

Stretched out under a heavy, off-white afghan that is at least as old as the sum of the ages of both of my sisters and I, all together.

(36 & a half, 21 almost, 17 & a half…)

Evie asked me if I was cold.

There’s a cat curled up on the blanket over my knees, and we are sharing bodyheat between us. She’s a grown up incarnation of the kitten we rescued from the top of a tree, in July, two years ago.

Beneath us is a new-to-this-house brown pleather couch that was probably worth a fortune, a long time ago, which my parents somehow scored for free

Halfway through this morning’s allotment of coffee. Dad used to drink dark roast brewed so strong that it tasted like ashtray, but it’s been getting lighter over time. Add black market whole milk from cows we know – if I said any more than that I’d have to kill you – until it’s the right color. Dad can spare about half or two thirds of a mug out of each pot he brews. It’s nice of him to share.

There’s a book. Of course there’s a book. Always.

This time, it’s a remarkably angsty fantasy romance story about witches. Something between JKR and Dan Brown.

Maybe later there will be Star Trek.

Yesterday, I drove to Mansfield PA to watch Tigh performing in the musical Chicago.

Hour and a half of the repetitive, French Louisiana thrum from Keith Frank’s accordion, in the fast lane on 390, there and back again.

So worth it!

Taking an afternoon to feel physically comfortable and read. I feel like I earned this.