Still raining. Heavily. It’s peaceful, though I’m worried about what I will see when the light returns.

Pain. Pull up the app. Tap buttons to select symptoms. Hopefully, a prescription soon. Wait. I will have to drive 30 minutes to go retrieve the prescription.

I put my feet over the vents to warm my socked feet. Never warm enough.

The exact right kind of yoga for a day like today.

The way the light is illuminating the jar of water.

What do I want from this? These are all the areas I am exploring, I say. These are all the things that are floating in front of my face at this time, I say. I am a person who thrives under order, I say. I’m trying to bring back structures to support my own way of being, I say. The hour is going by too quickly. There is so much to say.

Push the shoulders down.

Immediately I am thinking of ways in which I can help her manifest that dream. Because I want her to have it. There is that mantra from You Are a Badass at Making Money that I repeat to myself often, “I love money because it helps me to become more of who I truly am.” Money isn’t everything but with the right resources, you can do a whole lot.

Push the shoulders down.

Wanting the rain to return.

A game of Would You Rather at the dinner table.

There it is. There is the rain with its big heavy drops hitting the metal roof.