This moment I am in my chair looking at the fire, dinner in the oven, a glass of beer on the table beside me. Today I practiced yoga, baked bread, read a book, coached Annabelle on ratios, and sketched Bulbasaur for a rock I've been requested to paint. All good.
These days at home have been comfortable and restorative in so many ways, but they sure make it hard to find anything new to write about.
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