Standing in the kitchen

I told one person. Not my mother, not work. One person, and only because she asked me a direct question at the right moment.

A first entry about learning to do things slowly.

So. First one done. I had been carrying the box around the house for four days like it was something I had borrowed and needed to give back, and in the end I did it standing up in the kitchen with the radio on.

Slowly does it.