Ten.Seven Hundred & Twelve
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Today.
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10 feels so much easier now that I’m 2 months in.
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Coffee in the tiny mug. Her mug. The mug she made for me. I don’t even know if she knows how big a deal it is.
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I wake her up. Yep, she still wants to come. I make her eat a real breakfast, remind her that we won’t be home until it’s time for lunch.
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I don’t have the code.
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I have the code. I get in. She helps me start to move things around.
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I think I did a good job. A great job? Definitely a good job.
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Nothing yet.
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I fall asleep in the hammock again. I wish I could sleep in here all the time.
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Barolo. Papa Murphy’s pizza. Double-header tomorrow which means Mr. Pickles for sandwiches. Which means a BLT and chips in the sun. Which means summer.