August 11, 2026

I stared at the ceiling before I really felt "awake". I don't know for how long but my wife had already gone downstairs to feed the cats, and I could hear the coffee grinder. I feel that I need to get out of the house but I don't want to go to the office. The solace being that going to the office does get me out of the house. Just not in the direction that I want to go. Craving a breakfast…