Ten.Six Hundred & Ninety-One
I show her the video I put on Instagram and she comments on how fast the snail is moving. She runs inside to get some nailpolish to mark the snails. Tomorrow we’ll see who returns.
I try to help everyone figure out how to piece together a lunch. Sunflower butter sandwich for one, leftover pasta for another, and the oldest makes a bold choice of leftover grilled salmon and a tomato salad.
I decide to just wing it. I only need to make it through 3 days.
Proposals first and then I can do the 3rd thing on the to-do list.
This one had good reviews. The woman behind the counter greets me immediately. It’s a small space but packed with beauty supplies. The wishes me a blessed day. It is, by far, the friendliest non-black-owned beauty supply store I’ve ever been too. Totally worth the 20-minute drive.
I can’t see the gaps.
Just a little longer.
That feeling of being so tired that you have no thought at all. Just a blank state. A less ideal form of meditation.