Ten.Seven Hundred & Sixty-Four
The light is coming later and later; this is the beginning of the end of summer.
I’ll let them sleep a little longer. I have a feeling the boys were up way too late talking. Why do they even have separate rooms?
Twenty minutes. No way to shorten it.
Sometimes you just need to talk to someone and I’m glad that I’m talking with her on this Monday morning about all of the things. There can always be time for talks like these.
I’m hoping she is working today so that I can let her know that I found it, that she was right.
I part the hair and twist it. I move quickly. I play no music, no Netflix. I just stare at myself in the mirror and think about life. I pull my hair back and see the face of my daughter. We do look alike. This recognition of her in me and me in her feels strange.
I just don’t have a poker face. I’m okay with that. Because I’m not trying to play any games that require deception.
Disappointed but not surprised.
An email with the official announcement. It’s not a big deal but it also is. I am excited for what’s next even though it requires a lot of restructuring.
B.R. Cohn Pinot Noir, “The View from Castle Rock” by Alice Munro, hammock, sunset.