Devotions

Line-dried bedding, all the sheets and blankets on every bed.

My upstairs bed, firm and expansive, and how different it is from the soft marshmallow nest of my downstairs bed.

My weighted blanket. I hadn't realized I missed using it.

My mom, actually.

Feeling like an adult around my mom, feeling comfy opining on relationships and interpersonal with confidence. I love her, and I am not seeking her approval, though like any of my intimates I'd pay attention if she disapproved. That's important to me.

Corn that's almost knee-high by the fourth of July. I'm looking at you, Cascade Ruby Gold.

Evening chats with Tucker, and a moment of reconnection.

Rain in the forecast.

Earplugs.