Slow it goes.

Non-functioning dishwasher is not how I want to start the weekend.

The third one returns today. I will miss the relative quiet of only 2 children in the home. But I’m ready for him to come home.

Traffic this morning is light. Maybe people work from home on Fridays. Maybe people are going on vacation. Maybe there is no figuring out the traffic pattern.

Oh yes. Josh Groban is here tonight. The flurry of concert preparation. Big black boxes with silver trim, tall black poles, golf carts carting people to and fro.

The work day goes by too fast.

The feeling of not knowing where we will land in another year. The question of whether it matters. And that space of knowing that you can’t have everything you want and so there are choices that need to be made.

Not again.

Risotto with a fried squash blossom and good company. I want to be where these people are.

Tomorrow I will make a list.