Her light isn’t on yet. That means it’s still too early.

I try to quiet the mind but all I can think of is what needs to be tomorrow: reschedule this, pay that, order that, source this, drop-off that.

Sometimes the waves sound like a laugh track.

This is just a part of the cycle where the truth is magnified. Everything is revealed again.

Back down the valley. There is more laundry and I need more detergent.

We pose questions, share thoughts, and truth. No answers. I like it when people are okay with not being right.

I sit in the chair in the gray light. I should fold more laundry, but I just sit because I’m tired of doing all the laundry.

Bitter.

“What in the frikkity frak…” One of my favorite nights of the week.

Why?