Some days there just are no words. The Braves fell to the Dodgers last night and our baseball season is over. I am in withdrawal.
These are all aimless starts, shiftless scraps, hanging on the design wall so they don't get accidentally-on-purpose hacked into, shredded or otherwise kicked to the curb.
Before almost everything else I have to return to some regimen of self-care.
Now that the swimming season is over I have to carve out an hour of walking each day and I plan on pairing that with with music or an audiobook.
It's too early in the fall to feel like a bowl of cold noodles.