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