I’ve been fixated on this phrase lately.

This was my favorite place to eat in Guatemala. It’s located on Lake Atitlan in San Marcos la Laguna.

Watered my plants.

OYB!

Hot. Sweaty.

Ordered groceries.

Went to the Post Office to mail a couple of bills.

Deposited checks. Thank you so much, Father.

Don Cheto.

Ordered more wax melts.

Checked the fluids and got gas.

I have one of these plants but not sure what it is.

Picked up groceries. Also went inside to get a big pack of toilet paper for the church.

Went to Stone Mountain to record “Extra-Fine Grit.” Good one.

He may push this evening and I’ll come in second. If so, I’m happy for him. Doesn’t matter much to me.