When I am staring into the cupboard, searching for one of my three favorite mugs and they are no where to be found when suddenly I remember that I ran the dishwasher last night and they are all clean.
It truly is the little things.
Can I just sit here with acoustic guitars playing and good coffee until winter comes?
That would be lovely.
but since I haven’t slept in the last three nights I am not going to have one. Coffee never used to keep me up but I’m not taking any chances tonight.
I fear that I am becoming the norm. shit.