Noticing.Two

I justify buying a Tim’s (medium, dark roast, triple-triple) by telling myself  I’m sick so I need the caffeine to help me focus on writing. Nevermind I’ve already had three cups of half-caff before 9am. There was a time when I didn’t have to worry about leaving change in the cup holder. Writing feels clumsy to me still. I push through. I don’t so much regret eating pancakes for breakfast as I regret not eating more of them so I could balance how gross I feel with at least being full. Cyclin...