The Honey Pot

Thursday was difficult.

Twice today I had to resort to a fetal position of deep contemplation. I didn’t come up with any great answers.

I’m about 8 minutes into Friday, sitting in a parking lot, as they seem to be areas of great comfort for me, waiting to see what happens next.

There are birds skittering around this parking lot and they seem like sandpipers. I haven’t seen any of them fly just run and hop.

I should probably go eat something and stop hanging out in parking lots. 

What if I just set up a dream fort here though? What about that?!?