Ten.Five Hundred & Thirty-Five
Seven days and nothing done yet.
How many? One, two, three. They’re all awake. Now I can grind the beans.
Feeling the pinch.
I keep looking into the dining room. I’ll get back to you soon, I promise. It’s just….it’s just that it’s Christmas time and I have to get all of these other things done first.
The sun. So much sun.
Gay 90’s pizza.
I think we both cry a little bit every day. Tears of gratitude and joy.
My wings are on fire.
She keeps asking me questions. I realize it’s because I skipped something that everyone else usually does first before they go to work. I don’t want to say too much. Not that it really matters in the end. But right now, I just want to live in stealth mode for a little while longer.