I had intentions for nothing today.

And I seemed to have fucked that up, or rather fucked it uuppp.

Inspired and ready for a refresh.

Broom of branches starting off.

Every crumb and speck removed with swiftness.

Dusting until the project doesn’t seem so dire.

Then I decided it was Laundry Day.

Load the washer.

Only two loads today.

I folded all of them some time later.

I hung my flannels that usually lay in the top of my closet with odes to indecision for my cherry on top of a perfect fit.

I had time to bathe the dog somewhere in-between.

She’s stopped paddling in the water now.

I suppose she hasn’t been a puppy for awhile.

Started fixing dinner.

Some beef short ribs I forgot about with veggies, copycatting a friendly symbol.

Served with coffee and conversation as an appetizer and dessert.

Wasn’t nearly enough for everyone, but enough for everyone who enjoyed.

Then I rearranged all my little puzzle boxes.

Switched, dived, pelted, and swung around every little puzzle piece and I’m left with an environment of self-care, tasks, and notes.

Endless tasks, I haven’t come up with yet.

I can’t wait for that.

So much has changed.

I doubled my goal as if the project was due tomorrow.

It’s been a year.

I had nothing to fear.

Now I’m all wondering is what I’m going to do about you.

I’ll take care of the rest later.