Clouds, Quotes and hazelnut coffee

My mom is coming to Oregon soon. I hope this place fills her with the mystery and smells and magic that it does to me.  I forget where I am often.. with work, school, dishes, laundry...Life is good. Remember this Jill.

Just bits of thoughts today.  Reiker’s willing me not to go to class. I’m in my soft sherpa sweats still, hair up in a bun.  Here I go.  Smells like rain outside.