DAY 785: Where Does The Time Go?

Where Does The Time Go? And where does the sun go so early at night? I seem to notice every time it hits a 30-minute mark. The equinox is around the corner.

Today I spent hours with a former office mate at GastroPark in West Hartford. There was only one food truck there, but its food was delicious. And inside you could get hot dogs and hamburgers and a full bar. There was live music. It’s an unexpected gem of a place more or less across from the CTfastrak stop just north of The Corner Pug - the place we always used to go. I was gifted a beautiful journal with handmade paper pages that already look old.

Yesterday I went to maybe 30 of the 103 tag sales going on in Middletown before stopping to spend time with a friend, and leaving with mugwort and an out-of-print tarot deck.

Oh, and how can I forget, I got two boxes of clothes from my hippie cousin. I have a few left to try on.

I am so blessed!