My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
Continue reading morning coffee // Someone’s Eating My Lunch
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
Continue reading morning coffee // Someone’s Eating My Lunch
That window is oppressive. Continue reading morning coffee // The Light in the Window
It’s raining outside, I think. I can’t tell. Continue reading morning coffee // The Window
The oak leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall has begun to root–without soil, water, or sunlight. Continue reading Morning coffee, 8.22.17
I encountered the Hallway Yalper yet again yesterday. Sort of. Continue reading Morning coffee, 8.3.17
I’m finally working in a position that encourages me to think creatively, so it behooves me to take fifteen minutes every morning warm up my brain. Continue reading Morning coffee, 8.1.17.