The moment calendar days can be seen on next month's page, I impatiently fast-forward to that page.
I'm inking
in all the things I've planned for April.
Yes, I have an online calendar
- but I still put everything on my kitchen calendar. It's on the small
sliver of wall space next to the counter that holds the coffee pot. I
like seeing my month at a glance as, I pour my first cup of dark brew.
Mom says my coffee is more espresso-esque.
Last year's
calendar was doors as incentive to open new ones. This year I chose butterflies
which symbolize metamorphosis as incentive to...
Bacon is in
the oven, as I'm too lazy to nurse it on the stovetop. Jazzmine is purring
loudly in the chair across from me as the aroma fills the kitchen. She's
hoping for a taste or two. I'm sipping my third cup of coffee, just poured my
first glass of champagne and watching CBS Sunday Morning on the tiny TV in the
corner of the
I love
Sundays. Cheers y'all
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