well i am trying to live in between all these things. staying up late feels good. being able to sit here and just listen to music is my home away from home. nothing could be closer to the vine. my days are spent upright, reaching for leavened goods. all i could care for is keeping my butt down. my picture descriptions go like this:

i. eating the bread i make, and sharing it with kate
ii. missing my friend
iii. finding a slashed cat
iv. the warmest place to do work


i've been getting better after being the worse at bread shaping. no more breaking the dough.

i have been making new friends, but i have been missing my seasonal friends.