I had a Vegan Shortbread cookie. I put it in the bottom of my bag. It is now a pouch of vegan cookie crumbles.
I wanted to work. I needed to do three loads of laundry. Laundry won.
I had photos taken of me. By cameras now uncommonly used. 1920s, 1950s. Each felt as if it carried more weight than the last. These photos mattered. They took time. No sifting through 500 shots; you get 12, that's all. Make the most of them.
I had a friend over. We started sitting up, he in a chair and I on my bed. We ended on the floor, my head in his lap, drifting into dreamland as John Legend played in the background.
The days evolve. Things change, become more or less beautiful. Life keeps going.