Ten.Eight Hundred & Thirty-Four

1. Don’t want to get up.

2. I grab a stick of incense to take with me to the kitchen. I like that this is a ritual again. Thank you Michelle.

3. The morning time vanishes fat too quickly for my liking. I don’t like for my first cup to be in the car. What am I not doing right to get this routine down? The answer can’t be to wake up earlier. Or maybe it is. Maybe that is the only way.

4. Now I do know for sure that this will not be the place. And I don’t know that I want this place to be it either. We belong somewhere else and even though I know that and want that, I am also dreading the idea of shifting our lives once more. But I shouldn’t worry myself with that now. No need to future trip at this second.

5. 4 more days.

6. Getting over the fear of doing something new; realizing that you really don’t have a choice in the matter so you better do it anyway.

7. I am later than usual but there’s still enough time to take them to the library. Everything I want is not at this location and so I request it all, knowing that everything will arrive at the same time and then I probably won’t read any of them.

8. All hail sheet pan dinners.

9. I make him breathless from forcing him to practice chest passes and bounce passes with me. He still beats me in PIG—twice. I let him revel in that for today. I just haven’t been practicing. Also, how is this child, my child, so tall?

10. Great British Baking Show together, all crammed into my bed. But if only they would all stop talking.