chimes & cobwebs

there must be an army of spiders living on our front porch, spinning away at night.

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meanwhile, i choose to leave work at 2:30p to flex my already insane hours this week and that will only get insaner. this is the best decision, and much needed.

i fall asleep reading the new yorker on the front porch at 3:30p. the mailman wakes me up.

i make muffins.

i feel better.