Dark, but not that early.

I sit in the chair just outside the door and write. I can feel the anxiety moving from my body and to the pages and back into my body. That’s not how it’s supposed to work.

I remind myself that feeling all of the feelings is a completely normal experience.

How much longer until I can find some coffee?

I tell him that, sometimes, just having something normal, like work, is exactly what you need.

Irritated. But it’s not them. It’s just all the things. I roll up a towel and place it under my head, lay down in the sun and stare up at the clear blue sky.

I just need one more day in the month of September.

There is no more water supply to the neighborhood which means nothing to me, except that we will be gone even longer.

I could do a whole day of beauty hunting in this hotel. So many little things that delight me. And I need delight.

We find the right vests. She is not wrong; the white jacket is pretty. And with the patch, it will be even cuter.

Why is he taking so long in the shower.

My fuse is short.

Of course she starts us off with champagne and charcuterie. And then, 2005 Château Pichon-Longueville Comtesse de Lalande with pizza. And then, 2009 Domaine Dujac Gevrey-Chambertin Aux Combottes for dessert. But more than the wine, it wa just good to laugh and to hear my children laugh and to wash clothes and to feel like things are kind of normal.