What is that noise? The slap of rain against the window.

Rain.

I make the coffee and start to search for what I need.

We give in and make the drive to get beignets. Worth it.

I should have gotten a cafe au lait.

What is that sound? The leaves of the palm tree hitting the side of the house.

A big sigh. She asks me what’s wrong. “Nothing. I’m just glad it’s the weekend and I finally get to have a break.”

Pizza night. Homemade dough. Fig jam because there were no figs. Prosciutto. Blue cheese. Arugula.

To ice cream or not to ice cream? Mint chocolate chip? They say the new foil is because because have been videotaping themselves removing the lids and licking it and then sticking it back in the grocery freezer.

Fantastic Friday.

In.

I’m daydreaming about drinking my coffee slowly while tucked in the corner of the big sofa. And then a late afternoon nap. And then reading a book.

Update. Another week. It makes me sad. And then I realize that there’s a part of me that now doesn’t want to leave.