Sunday, June 1
It’s croquette day at our place. I rolled each one as if I was holding my bird, Goma. When I weighed them afterward, they were all around 44g.
Monday, June 2
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning knowing I had soup prepared last night.
Tuesday, June 3
I went out without my smartphone. I felt perfectly fine until I realized I didn’t have it.
Wednesday, June 4
In the morning, I heard a woman walking down the street singing out loud. She was good. Hope she comes by again.
Thursday, June 5
Writing style is like a voice. Sitting in front of a blank page, I can’t recall what my voice sounds like. This doesn’t feel like my voice. Where is my voice?
Friday, June 6
A recent author photo.
Saturday, June 7
My nephew took me out to the garden holding two little ice cream cones. He claimed that we should eat ice cream outside on a day like this. I’d better be careful with what I say—he remembers everything.
This week’s track
Marysia Osu – seatime
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