March 16th, 2020. I can see why people assume I’m an enneagram 4 (I’m not) when I take ridiculously dramatic photos wearing my husbands robe in our kitchen at 1am. 😜 I was out of ideas. Making love-eyes at my kettle seemed the only appropriate option.
March 17th, 2020. Had the first of many meetings today planning an event for when all of this chaos passes. I am so very excited about it. We need more art, more community, more peace.
