notes on the morning of January 3rd, 2021
Nobody wants to get up. The dogs, they lay here even after I’d made the move to get coffee. They’re watching the neighborhood through our bedroom window. Squirrel show, random traffic.
Rachel Pollon, telling it like it is, was, might be, she wishes
Nobody wants to get up. The dogs, they lay here even after I’d made the move to get coffee. They’re watching the neighborhood through our bedroom window. Squirrel show, random traffic.