One I realized I was cooking eggs (way too high), reheating pizza, and trying to read about Indonesian divorce, I admitted that it was time to wake up. I wasn’t even leaving room for the fully intact choc-o-nutty-poke cake on the counter.
Separately, but around the same time, I’m reflecting on my little metal smoke jar and how much I like it. It’s a recent creation and very handmade, for burning hand-rolled Tibetan-style rope incense.