Toothache. Must be clenching.

So dark. So quiet. He’s up so soon.

So good to see her face and hear her voice. And the kids. And her house. I miss being in her home.

I really do live in a beautiful place.

My mind wanders: vineyards and blue sky and mountains and closed parks and trees turned black and white from fire.

The tree is crooked.

There is more work I should be doing but I can’t seem to bring myself to do it.

The walk to the mailbox smells like wet redwood.

ANTM.

Where is my phone charger?