Before the alarm. No.

I’m ready for the morning light to return. Just ready for summer.

The sound of the coffee and the soft whir of the oven as it preheats.

I mislabel the dates for the week. No wonder I’m off. No. I’m right. I rewrite the dates on the pages. It doesn’t matter. Well, actually, it does.

I forgot my computer. I know exactly where it is. Under the bed. I start to call him but then I remember that I can just work on the other one. I guess that’s a benefit of this.

Too much coffee.

Lunch with her on the patio. The sunshine. I forget, for a little while, what is real. All that’s real is the sunshine, a blue sky, the feeling of knowing someone familiar. Then back to reality.

Why is it so hard for me to listen lately? I just need to listen. Just ask the questions and listen. I write instead of speak.

1 hour and 3 minutes.

I am upset too. I’m supposed to say, "…your grandparents…” but instead I say, “…my mom and dad…” I am being just as selfish. I mean that I am just as upset as they are.