Throat still sore, mind still fugged, feet still cold, but feeling much better after singing along to Grease.
every hour my watch emits a chime.
this is my signal to become mindful,
document the moment, and decide
what to do with the next hour.
this site is an archive of such moments.
Throat still sore, mind still fugged, feet still cold, but feeling much better after singing along to Grease.