Taking longer for the light to return.

No coffee. I break out the Nespresso and half-and-half and make a cappuccino.

Day 5. I write that I am most proud of the fact that I’ve gotten back to this ritual.

Pale pink and tangerine sunrise behind the trees. I really need to call my parents. How do I get them here?

Their faces.

I tell him that it’s just that this is the first time I’ve had this sinking feeling in my stomach.

This means that I need to do the hard thing and the timing of everything is exactly what I need.

Gray.

New oven.

Probably shouldn’t look at something like this after a few glasses of wine.

To ice cream or not to ice cream?