Another school week. Three more of these left. The baseball unit officially starts today.

It sounds like a helicopter going round in circles. It seems awfully early for anyone to be out. Crop plane?

The roaring of the electric kettle. The clicking of the oven.

I get to work right away and it’s not even 6:30 yet but that is all there is to do. But am I setting myself up for a bad habit? I can’t imagine going back to the way it was.

Eye roll.

No clouds in the sky. I remember that this week will be cooler than last week and I’m grateful for that.

So much pouting. He could have been done by now. I should just throw that box away and then, there would be nothing for him to be so upset about.

Pedaling into the wind. I love riding by this house and its jasmine. I smile every time.

“It looks like it’s going to rain,” we say. Then comes the water. A surprise.

That was not the response we were looking for and yet, it is what it is.