Ten.Six Hundred & Twenty-Three
Just a little bit longer.
Of course everyone is very hungry on the morning I chose to sleep in. No, breakfast is not yet ready.
Coffee plus a slice of tart berry galette plus trying to decide whether or not securing a sofa should be on the day’s agenda.
“One day at a time,” I say. He’s okay with that.
Towels and bath rugs. Dinner for tonight. I let her add a wedge of blue cheese to the cart because who am I to discourage a budding gourmand? Plus I have pears and walnuts at home and oh, what a combination that could be.
Cleaning can wait.
Blanchot, Bougros, Grenouiles, Les Clos, Les Preuses, Valmur, Vaudesir. How is the rhyme still in my head?
Almost like the absence of sound.
A little too dry.
He knows the phases of the moon better than I do.