8:00am: Staring out the window, which is propped up with a Tamarind lithography book, having my daily staring contest with the weeping willow, and waking up to the sound of two very awake goats talking to the neighbors.
9:00am: Breaking out the cold brewed coffee, coffee ice cubes, and my favorite mug.
10:00am: Hopping over to the store to get the zipper I need to finish a project.
11:00am: Setting up to complete my latest sewing adventure.
12:00pm: At the machine.
1:00pm: And ta-da! A weekender bag for upcoming travels.
2:00pm: About to finish off the last of that coffee.
3:00pm: I know I'm hungry, but I don't know what I want. I do know, however, that it should consist of equal parts butter. This is how my food brain works.
5:00pm: Dinner time for those two. Hazel and Zedd take bottle time very seriously.
Dad said: that's ridiculous. I don't have any of that weirdness in me.
He then added, after a long pause, it's a good weirdness.