Yesterday we stopped at Whole Foods for a few things. I got six peanutbutter malt balls from the bulk candy bins. Three of them remain and are on my desk.
Seems like there are good times to do certain things. Like I probably wouldn’t eat these malt balls this morning. Seems like an evening treat.
I don’t really watch movies. But if I did, I think I’d choose afternoon.
When I eat ice cream near breakfast time, I know something is wrong.
I’m out of ice cream. I bought some low sugar kind that’s super expensive from Sprouts, a week ago.
Tonight I have a reading. I’m reading a poem I wrote about my friend A. I’m really not looking forward to it. But hopefully my attitude will change as the day flows on.
