Coffee Log, Day 8


Coffee: Guatemalan Dark Roast, Trader Joe’s – still working it down

I couldn’t fall asleep last night. Well, I guess I did eventually, but not until the sun had already started to rise. I’m a little foggy, a little antsy. It feels like I’m still carrying yesterday around on my back, a chubby toddler.

For months now, ladybugs have been entering our apartment through the dining room windows. We don’t have plants, don’t have any kind of mites to feed them, so all the ladybugs die. We sweep them up in dozens but they keep coming. I suppose there are worse things to be than a nice place for ladybugs to spend their last moments.

Currently Reading:
Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri

“Define who you are and what you are, and be clear on that. Meditate on that, and then live and die by it.” – Nipsey Hussle


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