Tincture

I regard everything with irony, including the face I see in the mirror when I wake up in the morning.

Another day that I never got out of the office. It feels like things are about to start happening, but there’s a Peckinpah, slow-motion theme.

Home alone - Claire’s out with Cheryl. I top up the Valerian tincture with vodka, feed the snake, manhandle the apple juice downstairs in preparation for brewing.

Tomorrow: wind and rain.