10-18-25

08:41, up and heading to coffee.  Are we bringing Oliver, the Nurse asked.  I expressed indifference, which means I’d rather not.  Only ‘cause he gets excited and anxious and panicky when in sight of other dogs.

Behind on wedding countdown project.  Need to be better.  Tending to now.

10:27 back at house.  Coffee and writing, not much time so moving as quickly as the fingers permit.

Walking around the plaza with the Nurse going into this shop where the owner behind the counter told us his story.  Everything in the shop themed around an office, and had a 1940s feel to it with the dark wood and shiny handles and knobs for little cabinets and card catalogue cabinets, if that’s what you call them.

Passion in his voice, eagerness to show us around the store, tell us stories, me making sure I gave him every angle of attention, listening and present, mindful in a way I’ve never been in such a store.