Still tired but up early.

Have I forever lost my ability to sleep in?

Blueberry bread for them, leftover garlic toast for me.

Just the three of us today. I like the quiet.

She asks me how I’m doing. I tell her that it’s meditative. And it is.

Soup and quesadillas for lunch. I am more hungry than I thought I would be. I should have had more than one garlic toast.

It’s hot in the sun, but not as hot as yesterday.

After I am done, we talk about the challenges of doing what we’re doing, even though we’re doing what we want to do. I am still shifting things around, trying to figure out what works best, and I still don’t have it figured out.

I tell him that I’m really tired. He says that he can tell. And at this moment, I feel a little bit better. To have it acknowledged by someone other than myself is a bit of a relief.

Is “this slaps” still a thing?