Farmer.

Today I woke. My room was saturated in sunshine. The air was crisp.

I made myself some eggs and potatoes— with all the vegetable additions, naturally. And black coffee.

I’m going to the farmers market in a bit. I read some NYTimes articles. One on “The Science of Illusion”, the other on the atrocities within the US prison system wrecked by privatization.

I need to pick up some Kale, tomatoes, avocadoes, broccoli, spices, and maybe a few other things, like fruit. I need more fruit. I’ve been great with vegetables and meat, but fruit has been absent from my diet.

Read, read, read, read. Read today. Smash your brain into some unfamiliar words, into some sinewy stories and precocious plots.