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Waking up next to Ana in her bed. Her Snoogle pillow has us entangled between each other. Two thousand sweet sixteen here we come.
Downstairs, while making breakfast, I acknowledge the resilience of the sourdough bread we got a week ago.
"I don't know how this sourdough bread survived," I say.
"Because it had a sour attitude," Ana says. "You can't survive in the world being sweet."
Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Strawberries, Maca Powder, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.
Researching composting and the best active dry yeast to use at home since we've been baking bread for ourselves.
Banana.
Practicing piano.
While experimenting with a new bread machine recipe it turns into an accidental cat loaf.
Jamming with Ana in her bedroom. She came up with a hypnotic chord progression on guitar (Am to C).
I really wanted to get sushi but it's too late for that. We settle on leftover Curry Chic Peas with Kale, Carrots, Zucchini, Onions, Quinoa, and Spring Rolls.
Practicing more piano. Looking through old basketball card collections.
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Image by me.
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