Wednesday.

I spray the flower essence around the crown, set an intention.

The water still has not moved. I try my best to wash the dishes so that we can have bowls for granola.

What about tomorrow?

I get to catch up with her during the commute. Only interrupted 3 times. I miss her. I miss them. I miss everything.

The to-do list expands in different ways.

Coffee for the ride home because there are things to do.

But at least he’s shooting. He’s been told to shoot. He’s not afraid and that’s a good thing.

Why are we the only parents cheering? It was like this in baseball too.

“It’s an im-pasta.”