Friday? Yes, finally Friday.

Cool breeze. The cover for the grill is in the grass. I step carefully to avoid the snails so that I can check on the tomatoes.

I am setting the intention to move slowly today.

I listen to her speak as I make the bacon and the eggs and finish building out the pages. I’ve missed the softness of her voice.

Laundry.

We are both feeling the same. For whatever reason, we are both particularly glad that it’s Friday. Both wondering about what will happen next.

I give up. I put the puzzle back into the box. Maybe Frida Kahlo will be easier.

I grab a thin blanket from the chest and lay down on the bed. King of the Hill. The 8-year-old was supposed to be here. He’s the one that requested snuggle time.

I wake up to the sound of him pulling a stick of string cheese out of the wrapper.

The 12-year-old suggests that we buy a whole wheel of the Boont Corner. I’m not opposed. 6 oz is never enough. I can just imagine a little piece of it atop a thin cracker and dollop of the plum jam.