Yep.

He’s right. I shouldn’t look at my phone right away. Must get myself an old-fashioned clock.

Shoot. I forgot about the little snail on the hose. The Early Girls are turning red. Something is eating the leaves of the tomato plants but I don’t have the energy to investigate.

Coffee. They eat donuts, I drink celery juice. Mostly I’m not hungry, which is odd. I am out of sync.

Can’t focus.

I think I am making mistakes but I also can’t tell because I am confused. No organization.

The shifting of language.

Maybe, once this is all over, we will get to Hawaii.

Cognitive dissonance.

I stare at him and the baby in the cart. Mostly I stare I at the baby. I remember when my babies were babies like that. Things were harder, but also simpler. Things are still hard, but not as simple.

I knew from the jump she was my kind of people. I tell her I can’t wait to have her over for dinner.

It takes at least two years. I get a little excited because, maybe, I am finally finding my community.

I tell him to remind me to call them tomorrow. It’s been two days already.