Cabin Notes: no time to weed
We're in the dirt.
I was really staring at this page today, nothing to say but complaints about sleep, so instead I thought about who I’d like to be reading, and then texted one of those people: Holly Whitaker.
In our conversation, she asked me a series of questions, and I laughed because every single question was something Ben and I had talked about in the past 24 hours.
How’s the air q…
