Don’t want to get up. Feeling unprepared for the school day.

Make the bed. Fold the blanket and flatten it against the bed. Do something that gives a sense of completion.

Why am I pretending that I’m not going to eat the other half of the bagel?

Okay. If I can just get one hour of work in before I try to make them do work…

I tell her she doesn’t need to start her work until 9 but she just wants to get it over with. She is her mother’s daughter, that’s for sure.

I think these look good. This is good. Satisfied.

I get out into the yard so that I can finish up the rest of the work and get the vitamin D. I need the light. I need the warmth. Dad calls. I’m being asked to clarify a memory; they tell me that I am the holder of the unadulterated memories.

I show him the rose bushes and the nectarine, lemon, and orange trees. He gives me some suggestions. I had forgotten that he worked as a landscaper in college.

First IG live. Not bad. I probably ought to invest in a stand for the phone if I decide to do more of these. Also, I need more lighting in the office. Also, this is kind of fun.

He asks me how many people were there. I say that I’m not sure, that it didn’t matter to me. What excited me most was the conversation and that she asked me questions no one’s asked before. That’s what made it enjoyable for me.

“I was crying out of anger.” “Or, you were crying because you were tired. I’ve known you all your life.”