Ten.Seven Hundred & Twenty-Eight
There is still time.
Water, coffee. I decide to skip the newsletter for the week. Not because there isn’t time, but because I’m not sure why I’m doing it.
One more bagel.
The cows are back and as shiny and sweet as ever. I have to rethink a few things.
This is the one who’s daughter died.
Why can’t I see? The bumps under the eyelid pulling the contact away from the eye. I can’t go on like this. These eye allergies. Is this just aging? A new environment? It gets worse every year.
I just want to be outside.
15 more days until Booneville. 29 more days until the 1st day of school. Summer is going by too fast.