Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Forty-Nine

1. Quiet. The fountain isn’t on.

2. Morning fog clinging to the treetops.

3. The electric kettle is broken. But I have used it every day for the last 5 years. Thank goodness one was left behind. He reminds me that even without a tea kettle I still have 3 other ways to make coffee. Oh, yeah.

4. I show him the way the branches have been tied together so that over time the new leaves will grow in to create a natural barrier. I can’t get over the intentionality of every little thing.

5. It passes his sniff test.

6. What day is it?

7. Laundry, and more laundry, and more laundry. Two hours and I haven’t touched a box, only gotten the laundry folded and put away.

8. He asks me why I took the blankets; he wants to keep them. I tell him that since we aren’t using those beds anymore, we’re donating the sheets and blankets to those who lost their homes and belongings in the fire. He’s okay with that.

9. Wine and Beyonce and emptying boxes one, by one, by one.

10. Just magic.