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all we have is

gas in the tank

maps for the getaway

all we have is time.

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Gosh, life. Running away from unwanted visitors that refuse to take no for an answer, was quite possibly the best move I (think) for this weekend.

 

This morning? I chatted with my bestie after sleeping in until 8a. I stopped at a vineyard and tasted wine and cheese and cherry salsas and bought a bottle of wine, all before noon. Then I found a bakery that had GF cookies, went to the grocery store and bought some veggies, and went to a fancy cheese store, where I tried weird cheese (like mushroom brie and espresso rubbed/lavender cheddar) and bought teeny smidgens for dinner tonight. Then I finally found a coffee shop that was open after that, and took the hottest shower I have in days. I turned the fire place on, sat down, and sipped some cider that I found from a cidery that I love, but didn’t even know what was out here.

 

It was a good day. It was a moseying day. Amidst dating disappointments, days that have both felt like years and minutes at the same time, and restless nights that have been filled with “where am I, again?” moments, this was the type of day that I think I need more of in my life.

Done