Ten.Five Hundred & Ninety-Four
A little bit of daylight.
They’re stocking the grocery store. I am only one of three people actually trying to shop. But I just need a little bit to get them through the next few days.
I need to renew my routine of proper meal planning. I hate this errand-running thing.
Coffee. First cup in four days.
All the rain means saturated earth, saturated colors. Everything is more rich and lush.
I walk to the car for a lunch break and turn on The New Yorker Poetry podcast. There’s just something about Marie Howe’s voice.
So much pain.
The moon is almost full and there’s still a little bit of evening light left over. Silhouettes of mountains. The promise of a star-filled sky.
Turkey burgers are waiting for me.
The wait in the ER feels so long. The last thing I want to do right after a long day at work. I play word games on my phone. But at least it’s quiet. At least I’m sitting down. Yes, a bladder infection. Medicine. I’ll feel better tomorrow.