Exhausting- but better- days.
I feel tired, all the time; but not a worn-down tired anymore. I just feel contentedly tired, knowing that I can go to sleep without having to worry about this, or that, or both this and that, or something else completely, or all three. Knowing that I can get up and go about my business, with or without French toast, going for cold morning jogs that wake me up, collecting bottles door-to-door for causes I'm not even a part of (but I'm in it for the Starbucks), listening to lovely recitals played by lovely musicians who are all so friendly and wear purple ties. Preparing for spending time with friends in the minus 2 weather, instead of minus 14. Painting pictures of wildness, spending refreshing evenings of solitude with my head and soothing strokes of paint. But content, at the end of the day, going to bed with ice on my silly, silly knee and stories of Pad thai, acceptance, and warm hands in my deepest heart of hearts. (With visions of sugar plums...or rather, texts from Kaylie watching silly movies and offering me cookies, advice, and advice about cookies. Mmm, cookies.)
Kaylie: is a good snuggler.
Hannah: is a lovely duet partner.
Rachel: is a good bottle collector.
I hope you are all having a rotten time in Hawaii.
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