Ten.Six Hundred & Seven
How is it already March?
Mental list of things to do and not to do. The “not-to-do” list is feeling a little long.
I try the store again, this time, moving more slowly. Remembering that patience is required in everything.
“Right on,” he says. That’s how I know I’m in California.
I fold six loads of laundry in the quiet. Head still heavy from congestion. I’ve been sick in some fashion for almost three weeks now.
He didn’t get the order right. I really wanted that chicken enchilada. And I really wanted that asada taco. But at least the margarita was good.
Sleep. The body needs more rest.
I had forgotten how visually stunning this movie is. The writing is not the best but the film is gorgeous.
Work tomorrow. I do hope his game is rained out so that I won’t have to miss his very first one.