Notes taken on a train are always a little better than notes taken at a desk.

One pan, one bowl, and enough left over for tomorrow’s lunch.

Mostly reading, some walking, and a long overdue clean-up of old notes.

Bread, cheese, fruit, and a view. Nothing else was needed.

A walk first, coffee second, and no phone until both are done.

Writing is mostly for the future version of me who has forgotten what a day felt like.

Not the grand meals, but the ordinary breakfasts in ordinary places.

Coffee first, map second, and no plan until after breakfast.

Short books are easier to finish, and finishing is half the pleasure.