Birthday month.

“You ate all the bagels?”

Really need to get that dead bird off the deck. Poor little finch.

Sunflowers glowing gold.

No one is upset about this morning’s music choices.

Home alone.

Careless Whisper by George Michael.

I sit in the hammock before the meeting, read a few pages of the book. I argue with the author in my head.

The thing is I just want enough energy to be able to do the work that really needs to be done.

Cilantro stuck in the back of my throat.

My hands are open.