thirty days
it’s been a month since i’ve had coffee… i don’t really feel that differently, but i do think i’m sleeping better. at least, i’m sleeping
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it’s been a month since i’ve had coffee… i don’t really feel that differently, but i do think i’m sleeping better. at least, i’m sleeping
i always think of lofty home-goals when i have a long weekend and feel as though i rarely make a dent in the list. i’d
the weekend was great. we spent a lot of it fixing bikes, on bikes, in a canoe, on a stool, in the kitchen, and on
my first batch of kombucha got the dreaded mold… it’s kinda frustrating since i had to wait so long for the mother to come out
we have some friends who are leaving the country to experience europe for a year (or more?) and they have a canoe that obviously can’t
during one of our outings this past weekend, we happened upon this guy… for scale reference, his head is about as big as the pad
i survived a week without coffee at work. it really wasn’t too difficult… tho, i think it’s affecting my metabolism, so i’ll be happy when
this could become a little confusing due to all my holiday/sick time over the last few weeks… essentially, i stopped drinking coffee on thursday, may
need to start photographic evidence of plants with date stamps. we had a really nice, long weekend…. thursday, we went to the lazy oaf for
our memorial day soirée was a success! lots of food eaten, marshmallows roasted, dog begging, and laugh sharing. except there’s one thing that’s been bugging
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