.360 day 336

today was as quiet as my energy has been as of late.

working on my book.

working on myself.

working on making it all work out in the end.

made breakfast (cinnamon pancakes). 

ate blueberries (while they cooked).

left for air and break and space and play,

but even the playground was barren.

perhaps...maybe...the whole world is, too.

.174 day 151

the only time i feel like a "house wife" is in the morning when i'm fixing breakfast for toots and i, while washing dishes and dancing around the kitchen in slippers and underwear. 

until i remember that i am unmarried...and this house does not belong to me.

*kanye shrug* 

the pancakes were good.