I’m blogged out and rained out and sold out and I’m a hold out.
Raining all weekend. Rain, rain, rain. Rain in the forecast. Can you hear it hitting the pavement outside in the dark? Can you feel the dampness in the air? Can you smell the giant pair of teenager sneakers by the door?
Almost eleven, up since six, three classes, no nap, wide awake. One cup of tea all day.
Wide awake. Chicken in my teeth. Salt on my lips. Trouble on my mind.