day ten: Saturdays=brunching, hair trimming, heart beating, floor sweeping

Today, I'm wearing a dress with a sweater vest over rolled up jeans, carrying a black bag with a little frowning cloud. I read about living a quiet life, filling time working with my hands, being anxiousless, like birds. And it seems like half of my mind is the same as a sourly sacred heart, the other part a mixology of numbers, patterns, lists of best practices for my time.