Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.9.19

Rust grows quick on the fingers. Hasn’t been all that long… or has it been an eternity? I can scarcely recall the difference.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.14.19

9:46am Progress was made yesterday, despite the appearance of chaos when unlocking my door. Returning from work little more than an hour ago, suspicions were confirmed. The recent rain made a less than modest puddle on the kitchen floor. I need the fuck out of this place.