My to-do list urged me to write today, but I do not have the mental space to bang out a poem.
And then I realized that I wrote 10,000 emails today. I wrote all of the emails, actually. And what is that, if not writing?
Here lies Sarah. She wrote a lot of emails.
When you are trying to feel optimistic about your day, but also you are kind of tranqued out, and your hair is looking rainbow-y and you might be a gumdrop with teeth:
Can you tell that Cooper just wanted to go to school? It was already three minutes later than he wanted to leave. But spirit week means pictures:
So, I guess these days are even sweeter than I realized.