Of rising numbers, reaction fallout, and talking about Christmas already.

  1. I lie in bed for long minutes after the alarm, letting my mind wander, stretching stiff muscles under the covers, debating coffee, wondering how the change of plans will work out.
  2. Inverse caffeine to cream ratios.
  3. The scale leapt rather than crept. Two weeks off, many treats, and T-9 days will do that.
  4. Bacon is not an amazing perfume.
  5. We are not responsible for other people’s reactions. We are, however, responsible to live with the fallout.
  6. Even in sitting on the toilet, I’m working.
  7. She barely responds. I can picture the nervous smile on her face, the one that means she’s screaming inside. She lies to me; I pour it out anyway—all the love and encouragement I think she can stand—and offer confidentiality. Neither of us really knows how to have a sister. But if there ever was a time, this is it.
  8. He’s the kind of person who drops important details about their life into casual conversation without context, yet isn’t fishing.
  9. Thankful for the who, the where, the how.
  10. Three more holidays ’til Christmas.

Author: Ellie

Uppity stardust. Will eat (almost) anything.

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