- 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.
- Inverse caffeine to cream ratios.
- The scale leapt rather than crept. Two weeks off, many treats, and T-9 days will do that.
- Bacon is not an amazing perfume.
- We are not responsible for other people’s reactions. We are, however, responsible to live with the fallout.
- Even in sitting on the toilet, I’m working.
- 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.
- He’s the kind of person who drops important details about their life into casual conversation without context, yet isn’t fishing.
- Thankful for the who, the where, the how.
- Three more holidays ’til Christmas.
