Bird song. The sun will be up soon. The morning air feels more humid than usual.

I just want some bacon. How come no one wants to eat bacon anymore?

Space.

I can’t seem to focus today. Must be the self-imposed pressure.

School is taking place on the sofa today. The three of them, quietly working. We have another month of this. I think it will be okay.

A few more sentences but I can’t seem to think. I lay in the hammock to shake things loose. The neighbor is reaching over the fence to harvest oranges. They do belong to him but why the need to reach over the fence? We both pretend like we don’t see each other.

I realize that I need to get off the screens. My eyes are tired from all of the scrolling.

It tastes a little bit like a watermelon Jolly Rancher.

Ribs.

I remind myself that this isn’t a thought I need to keep.