Started my day with homemade pumpkin bread and enjoying these crazy orange and purple flowers I bought for myself.
I also listened to Zuma.
This weekend was a sort of anniversary for me too, just not one celebrated. Or at least not celebrated in a way other than listening to Neil Young, eating pumpkin bread and buying flowers for myself. I suppose that was more honoring it than celebrating it.
And now I desperately need to spend some time writing a story for class. Maybe I will go to the coffee shop, I can't seem to get settled and focused anywhere. I do want to check my back log to see if I wrote down a version of a particular story I know I wrote a few years ago.
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