I don’t remember falling asleep. The last thing I remember is telling him that he needed to clean his room before I bought another remote. The remote didn’t walk away. 

Lists. 

What else is required? Courage.

Grits. Sugar and butter. Maybe, one day, he will not be allergic anymore, and I can get back to making shrimp and grits. 

I check again and again to make sure I’m not missing anything. FOMO. 

But what am I going to wear tomorrow? 

I take a break and step outside. I keep my feet bare. I like to feel the heat of the concrete. It is quiet. 

But why is he saying it like I didn’t say it five weeks ago? 

We open up the 2019 Trois Noix Chardonnay. The first thing we both say is “acid.” Acid is everything. Not everything, but one of the most important things. 

I make her cry, and I don’t mean to make people cry. But the tears are the good kind of tears, I hope.