I mean. I tried to sleep in.

I watch the light change as the minutes pass.

I can tell by the color of the light that it will be hot again today. Must get out and water the plants.

I decide I ought to take my advice, move slowly through today.

What do I want? What do I want? I repeat the question in my head as I pit the plums, cover them with sugar, stir.

Am I breathing?

I ride with him to pick up the CSA and the wine. I just need to get out of the house. I stare at Mt.Diablo, the yellow-brown hills that rest below it. I spot a field of head-trained vines, then another.

I need more of an escape.

Take-out because I just don’t have the energy.

Make room for the unimaginable.