day 142 I wanted to call in sick. Maybe make a jar of iced coffee. Read a book on the porch. Write a little too. That would have to wait for another sixty-degree day. We walked the little one in the stroller to pick L up from school. It was warm enough outside to smell tomatoes, basil, and corn in the wind despite the snow patches still fixed to the ground. On the walk home from school, I remembered dinner. There wasn’t much in the freezer. Frozen blueberries, corn and peas, almonds, breast milk, chocolate chips, pastry dough. Of course, blueberry pie. Not dinner but pie. +++++ 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.