I just want to stay home, write letters, cook delicious foods. I used to like being out a lot. We’d go to the library, the park, a cafe. Just to be out.
I guess I turned into a hobbit.
We took our houseguest to the airport this morning. I stubbed my toe on a stepstool. My tongue keeps getting weirdly swollen painful taste buds. Hurts.
I’m wearing the red warmness that used to be my mom’s. Feels like a hug. I wish fall would last forever.
