Monday. Is it a work day or a holiday? I will work.

We still meet, but just a little later. I need more time to make the French Press anyway. It’s so worth the wait.

He remembers that he’s going to go to the store for the groceries that did not come in the other two deliveries.

I apologize for not anticipating needs.

Sunshine. I must get myself out into the sunshine today.

I tell myself to calm down. Grateful for the ability to catch the thought, to try to rework it in my mind right now.

Hummingbirds and butterflies.

He brings me a mojito with mint from the pot in the backyard. I like these more than I thought I would. Mojito Monday can be a thing.

Really gotta get them back on a schedule. But also, do we need to?

I listen to the album again. It might be the 10th time in 3 days.