was late to a haircut appointment because a huge snake was in the middle of the narrow road out of the wildlife refuge I was leaving, and no way in hell was I going to try to coax it along myself
woke from a nightmare about my husband being terminally ill, then had this random, confusing, and nonsensical(?) phrase ringing in the back of my head all day: "I love you like the last of dying says..."
listened in disbelief yet again as neurotypical people described the inconceivable ways in which their brains work differently from my neurodivergent one