Every day I vacillate between feelings of serenity and overwhelm. Writing everything down helps, but I can’t shake the suspicion that I’m forgetting something.
She’s been telling me she loves me all the time lately. I wish I could reassure her – I’m not going anywhere, my love.
My thoughts hopped from redbud pods ~ to piano keys ~ to classical music ~ to Freddy Mercury. Apparently Scaramouch was a character in the Commedia dell’arte. Who knew?