What time is it?

The garbage truck is so loud. Are they almost gone? It’s cold. I don’t want to get from under the covers.

Gray-blue light.

Big leaves, some green, some yellow, some brown. Autumn is coming.

All of these technical things.

I move outside for a breath of fresh air only to realize the landscapers are coming through. Back inside.

I stand at the top of the stairs. I finally feel like I’ve caught my breath.

She says the earliest she can do coffee is 10:00 am because she has water aerobics. Oh yeah, I’m about to have coffee with a bunch of old retired ladies and I kind of love it. I tell him another one is a history professor. He reminds me that I love smart, old ladies.

The oldest made dinner while I braided my hair. His sister and brother compliment him. We all do.

Still so many boxes. Still not enough energy to decide where I want everything to go. Still more furniture to order.

Tomorrow we will go and shoot the bow.