Little Black Dot

the wind kept me up long hours last night. i thought my windows were going to implode from the pressure and send a trillion shards of glass ripping into my living room. i thought i could feel my house moving.

i have to go to bubby rose's for the challa buns i promised sarah i'd serve with dinner.

nine days until reading week.
these countdown days will be some of the most stressful ones of my year, but probably also, for different reasons, the most exciting.
there is much to suffer through, much to look forward to.
that's probably a best case scenario, considering.
the tarot keeps saying i need to find balance.

i think at the bakery i will buy myself breakfast.