Craig Atallah Frost

I think that I finally need to reset this space.

How fucking great is paper, or something like it?

I’m at a point again where I’m trying to figure out what I want to write here.

I totally didn’t come back the next day, huh.

It’s pretty obvious from the past few weeks that I’ve fallen out of the habit of writing here every day.

I’m lay on the couch, and Cacio has her head flopped in my lap.

Feeling kind of flat today.

I’ve been trying to get up a little earlier to spend the beginning of my day in the garden, in the daylight.

If I don’t do something every day, I struggle to do it at all.

Compulsively picking at my lips today, as I’ve done most days since I was a teenager.