What the cold broke open
It's been warm enough now that the radiator situation feels almost like someone else's problem. Almost. I've been sitting at this breakfast bar for forty minutes with the same cup…
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11 entries tagged #sundaymorning.
The floor is actually a great workspace
Eight in the morning on a Sunday and I am sitting in the middle of my living room floor surrounded by archival boxes like I am the main character of a documentary about a person w…
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Before the bun
My hair has been in a ponytail or a bun for approximately eleven of the last fourteen days. Nursing shifts, the archive project spread across the living room table, pottery sessio…
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Day six of the starter situation
The starter has been sitting on the counter for six days and I have been — wait, no. I cannot open like that. That was literally a recent title. Let me try again. Thursday morning…
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What stays when the heat comes back
The apartment's been properly warm for three weeks now, but I keep thinking about those February nights when our heating was basically a suggestion. What stays when the heat comes…
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Sunday morning alchemy
Found myself awake before Jake this morning, which almost never happens, and decided to experiment with that French press technique Sarah mentioned last week. Something about wate…
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Pancake choreography
Jake left early to help his parents move some furniture, so naturally I decided this was the perfect time to attempt pancakes from scratch. No recipe, just vibes and whatever was…
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Sunday morning negotiations
Jake's been sitting at the breakfast bar for twenty minutes now, methodically writing down every single thing we might possibly need at the store. The man has listed seven differe…
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Grounds for disaster
Jake left early for a run and I thought this would be the perfect time to try that French press technique Sarah mentioned. Spoiler alert: measuring coffee grounds while half-awake…
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Different roads, same destination
Jake's still asleep and I'm sitting here with my second cup of coffee, thinking about how our anniversary planning went down last month. Different roads, same destination We final…
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Sunday morning standards
Jake has this theory that the first pancake is always a throwaway. "Calibration," he calls it, like the pan needs to learn what we're asking of it. I've watched him toss probably…
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