Ten.One Thousand, Three Hundred & Eleven

1. Not too early, but also not yet time.

2. I stare at the giant jars of mate.

3. “A master of disguise, the moth can blend into the point of invisibility. This is a metaphor for us to use our environment to our advantage, blend in when necessary, adjust and adapt when the situation requires it.”

4. I promise myself to get back to the routines that nourish. I will go farther if I go slower.

5. The first bit of light coming through the trees. Strips of pink cotton candy and white clouds and pale blue.

6. The crunch of toasted tortilla chips.

7. The irony is that I did all of that so that I wouldn’t feel this kind of anxiety.

8. He wants to know if he can take ony two showers a week so that the temporary tatoos don’t wash off. Then he decides that he can give only the candy and not the tatoos so that he can have all 32 of the tattoos. I laugh and laugh.

9. The croaking.

10. Just sleep.