Zero / by Melanie Ida Chopko

I've been happily musing to my close friends how I'm kinda surprised to have pretty much zero % anxiety as I approach the final four days of my fundraiser, despite the numbers looking back at me.  I then went downstairs and saw that I had burned not one but two pots today, in forgetting they were simmering while I called and wrote and practiced. Yup, I hear you, universe/god: I'll lean back a little more in faith and take nice, fleshy post lunch break. Apologies to beloved housemates, elbow grease will be dispatched and all back in order.

And, If you're able to share info on my streaming concert, Brown Bag in B-flat, that would be sooo helpful.