I bet it’s almost 5.

I keep the pajamas on because it’s cleaning day. He’s still sleeping; I think about cleaning the kitchen before everyone wakes but why do all that work just to have them all mess it up right away?

The one snail stuck to the window. Is it dead or alive? Should I pluck it off the glass and set it on the ground to see what will happen? They seem so delicate.

They better get that box today.

That box.

I add manchego to the list because she saw the recipe for fried manchego in the tapas cookbook and, I mean, friend cheese.

She gets awfully close to me to hand me a pen and I try to keep myself from running away from her lest they think I’m one of those “over-reactors”…though I am one of those. I just want to sign for my CSA.

Mulberries. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a mulberry. I had a little bit o everything: mulberries and cherries and apricots and tangerines.

Hot soup on a day like today.

Why the scaly skin?