Ten.Five Hundred & Forty-Two
I hear the sound of boxes being moved around. Didn’t we say 7? What time is it?
I get up and put bacon and the apple turnovers in the oven, slice the danish and put it on a platter.
Mimosas and a big bottle of water.
Everyone is satisfied. A fat stack of books and a pasta maker for me. Plus a set of V flats. I don’t know where to begin.
Twilight Zone plus hot tea and a nap. This is day 2 of no caffeine.
It’s too hot in the sun. Yes, I’m in all black, but still. Sweating on Christmas.
We talk about how today doesn’t really feel like Christmas. It does, but it doesn’t. We blame it on all the transition. This has been a long year with long periods of high stress. But it’s almost over and we’re here. Next year will be different. Next year will feel totally different.
Prime rib, a heavy Italian Sangiovese and Syrah blend, those cheesy potatoes, green beans in bacon fat.
One medium slice of chocolate cake with salted caramel frosting. We decided that the cake looks rustic but that didn’t interfere with its taste. Clean plate and fork.
More Twilight Zone and back to bed.