First Try, No Witnesses Except the Pothos
The container was the last one in the cabinet and I was fully prepared for the lid to be the wrong lid, the lid from a different container that lives in a drawer somewhere and has…
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The container was the last one in the cabinet and I was fully prepared for the lid to be the wrong lid, the lid from a different container that lives in a drawer somewhere and has…
Read entryTwenty-three days. I counted this morning while the kettle was heating, which tells you something about where my head is. The two prints from the framing shop are still against th…
Read entryOctober second. The experiment started because I ran out of oat milk on a Tuesday and instead of going out I just, didn't. Poured the coffee into the mug, stood at the counter, an…
Read entryAugust nineteenth. I checked it twice because I didn't believe it the first time. That's the honest start of this. I went to the grocery store yesterday with a number in my head,…
Read entryAugust nineteenth. Gerald's vine reached the shelf below his pot sometime last week, and I didn't notice until this morning when I was standing at the counter waiting for the kett…
Read entryJune sixth. It happened again. I made something new for breakfast, not the stock, not anything Simone-adjacent, just a thing I had not made before, a savory situation involving eg…
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