Waiting for coffee.

Hazy gray giving way to pale orange. Quiet.

I cover my eyes.

I sit in the chair and try to work and then remember that he has to be on zoom. Oh yeah, school.

I cry a little.

But, I am incredibly surprised at his compliance.

I hear him say that he doesn’t have the cards, that he left them at home. I send an email to all of the teachers: all we took was the chromebooks.

I want a book.

I cry a little more.

There is no where to go, to take them into.

At least we have more underwear.

I read the email exchanges. People are just worried and that is fair.

I close my eyes to fend off the headache.

He says that it is possible to care too much about the wrong thing.

I order the same thing. Comfort in repetition.

All the stars.