Ten.Seven Hundred & Thirty-Eight
Everyone else is slow to wake. I start the coffee too late. I can feel the headache coming.
But I just wish he was as happy about this as I am. He just keeps avoiding my eyes. I rub his back. This is exciting.
I don’t but I do.
I sit back into the hammock. and look at the sky. All blue. Tall date palms blowing in the wind. Bird chatter. I close my eyes.
This does feel good.
The gifts of tidying up: finding pictures you didn’t know you had, visual order, space.
Yeah. They’re right. This garlic bread is really good.
He’s making me watch the ESPY’s.