1:45 am. How much longer can I toss and turn.

I can see the light slipping through the shutters. Success.

So much to do. Always.

In one of the packages I discover the Medicine Cards. I set the box outside of the garage door. More smells of petrichor. As hard as the last few months have been, I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

The Target feels busy but that’s only because it’s so small. There’s only a week until Christmas and we don’t even have to wait to check out. Strange. Nothing feels the same.

Blue sky, thin clouds, bright sun.

Chani’s got a new app!

Charcuterie board and half a glass of Chardonnay for lunch in front of the fire.

I want children like their children. Children who still want to look for the elf when they’re a senior in college. They’re all just really good kids. They’re a really good family. I want that.

Broccoli and cheddar soup and roasted chicken. Pax Syrah. Charlie Brown Christmas. Lots of laughs. These kids.