day 24 Sun hit the patina of breakfast oats layered on the rustic tiled floor like a movie spotlight. Scene: C overhauled his morning oats, the latest thing. I cleaned the mess though I kept missing hidden and worn down oat bits. Orange peels and coffee. Sweet peonies lingered. Not yet 10 am and four loads of laundry close to done. Then nap and writing time. The dryer stopped and the furnace kicked on. Apple slices. Water. Tea stained white lace. A package was delivered on the doorstep as the story about a small New England town took shape. +++++ I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.