Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Ninety-Nine

1. Slept in.

2. Slice up the Meyer lemons. Still out of cinnamon. Toss in cardamom and clove.

3. Singularity of vision.

4. It’s her birthday. We are talking. I am always taking notes when we talk.

5. When is the rain supposed to begin?

6. Part of me wants to end this conversation now, but I’m trying to be open-minded, but I also think he’s a quack, but I’m just going to listen. But I’m totally getting a second opinion.

7. We both agree.

8. Here comes the rain.

9. It’s a strange feeling to be both excited and also afraid of the rain.

10. The bath water looks clear enough until the tub is full. Now it still looks like a pale yellow, but I have already filled it up with water which might as well be dollar bills which means that I am getting into it and crossing my fingers. I read a collection of short stories by Lydia Davis and drink a tiny glass of wine, and the water is warm.