waiting in the car at the open market. no parking. listening to Mark Driscoll's latest series: The Peasant Princess, Song of Solomon (Mars Hill Church, Seattle).

coffee breaking at the samoan jack in the box.

perusing the aisles of marukai, the japanese market.

a morning well spent with grandpa and grandma.

sipping tea made with fresh mint leaves from the spearment plant that i bought today.

hurting hands from cutting overgrown grass with scissors yesterday.

procrastinating from the daunting task of cleaning and organizing my room.

i've "grounded" myself. no phone, internet (after i'm done with this blog, of course), or re-cleaning my bookshelves and desk (the only places in my room that i consistently clean and organize) until i finish cleaning my entire room, which includes fully unpacking. grrr.

here goes.