Ten.Eight Hundred & Thirty-Two
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How is it already time to get up?
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I put on a dress and a big sweater, grab my water bottle and make my way to the kitchen. Yes. Next house, half this size, twice as much land.
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Coffee and leftover pound cake. The kids are still fast asleep.
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The ride back is quiet. I respond to her DM that I find it easier to use process of elimination. That it’s much easier for me to pinpoint my dislikes than my likes. It seems to work for me.
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I remind myself that we agreed upon a new way of doing this. So I”ll sit here for today, but next week we’ll do this together.
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Skin warmed by sun. I still have to wrap my shawl around me when the breeze blows. I can tell which one is mine because of the thick salt ring around the hat. Someone should really wash that.
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I ask her to make the muffins for me while I make dinner. I realize that I won’t be able to get through this new weekly schedule without some kind of meal prep on Sundays. If i can get a couple pans of muffins and a batch of granola made each Sunday, that’s at least 4 days of breakfast. They can add fruit to either one and that should be sufficient. Right?
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All of this is just one big experiment.
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March feels so far away.
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I miss the ocean.