“Don’t make yourself miserable trying to keep me alive.” I feel like I’m supposed to tell her this, but it was just a dream.

Jayne comes today.

The smell of coffee wafting up the stairs. The sound of heat forcing itself through the vent. The clink of a spoon. The desire to just curl up where I am.

Call number one.

Another morning of getting them all to school. The most normal things have been in a long time.

Yoga with Jayne.

Some of the leaves are turning yellow. A little breeze shaking everything loose.

Call number two.

I think it still smells like burning wood. 2016 Sauvignon Blanc. Quiet.

Who’s going to make sure they go to bed tonight?