Ten.Five Hundred & Sixty-Two
But I don’t want to get up.
Cereal for them. Let’s keep it easy on this Monday morning.
He looks like he’s about to cry. I ask him if he’s being made fun of having trouble with other kids. No. It’s just a general dislike of school. I still don’t know how to help him with this.
I crawl under the blanket in the bunk bed. It’s so cold everywhere in the house. I can’t keep myself warm.
It’s good to see her face and hear her voice.
The fragrance of the lilies. I think of my grandmother and my niece.
A tiny book of wine terms from 1955. She’s the most thoughtful. I’m working on that.
They ask if they can eat the oranges we picked off the tree. Not yet. Not yet. I just really like the way they look with their leaves on the slightly wrinkled linen. Besides, they aren’t that ripe anyway.
My list of things I want to do far exceeds the energy I have that would be required to complete them.