So much light. It’s definitely after 6.

I let out a deep sigh. I feel drunk but really it’s just lack of sleep.

Toast and jam and fruit. I slice up the Valencia oranges, set them into the blue bowl. I’m digging this color story.

Linen pants.

I help him carry the wine rack into the dining room and we place it in the corner. Such a transformation. Feeling more like home.

Why does it take me so long to make space?

I found it! I found it! I found it! It’s been here all along.

It does exhaust me.

He asks to snuggle. I make the popcorn and we find Jurassic Park. I close my eyes.

I tell him that even I can’t really remember what day it is. I work everyday and so everything runs together. Boundaries. I need better boundaries.