Today was a really good day. For no special or momentous reason. Just many little seemingly insignificant things strung together. And I just want to remember it while I’m steeping in the afterglow.
Bunking gym and sleeping in.
Early morning reading even before I got out of bed and surfaced for the day.
Placing an essay that would have otherwise been just a blogpost.
Talking to S about hypno-therapy and social media.
Afternoon reading that lulled me to sleep.
Meeting P and having pasta for dinner for the first time in months.
Turning in early and tucking myself into bed with a book.
Two years ago: Day 18: End of day