I can still hear the bullfrogs.

I see her picture of her cup of coffee, and I think that I should probably get some decaf.

“The concentration on aimlessness means arriving in the present moment to discover that the present moment is the only moment in which you can find everything you’ve been looking for, and that you already are everything you want to become.” - The Art of Living, Thich Nhat Hanh

Someone forgot their Chromebook. Pretty sure I have a checklist for a reason.

All of a sudden, her jeans are too tight. How is that possible? This isn’t the pants; it’s something else. Tween girls. Who knows.

I am distracted by the other things on the to-do list.

Finally, a walk. It is chilly, but not bad. It just feels good to move.

“But we call it a treehouse for a reason.” But now I sound like everyone else.

They were cleaning out the closets and stumbled upon old artwork and books and pictures. They read one from when I was in first grade. The kids are amazed that I wrote something that coherent at that age. We laugh at the pictures and the poems. I should keep more of my own kids stuff.

No amount of caramel sauce will help this faux ice cream.