Hosting a friend who also loves analog journaling has made me realize how important this hobby is to me. We’ve spent the early mornings sipping tea while recording memories, printing out phone pics, and making lists. It’s not Instagram-worthy … and I’m glad.

OH outside the library: “Mama, is ‘dead’ jail?”


Our wonderful neighbors delivered handmade treats and a green tea latte to me at work today just because they saw how stressed and sad I’ve been. That’s some next-level neighboring right there. πŸ’—

Tonight at writing group I wrote 325 words I don’t hate. ✍️

Rough day much improved by grocery-shopping with my beloved. I’m still charmed by the variety of foodstuffs available in the States. I also enjoy the careful selection of fruit, hefting each piece, examining for ripeness. 🍎

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