Thank goodness the heartburn went away.

On the mornings I wake up before the alarm I worry about becoming an insomniac. On the mornings I wake up with the alarm, I worry about wasting the extra time I could have had if I had woken up before the alarm.

Out of creamer.

Only one kid to take to school and still running late.

Live Again by Sevendust. I am transported to high school and see my brother, young, fresh-faced. I should call him.

I time myself. Because, of course, the goal is always to be faster.

He tells me that I should have told him I was scared of the ladders because then he would have started me on the step-ladder first. Always has jokes.

We laugh about the George Foreman Grills. We laugh harder about Michael Scott and his burned foot.

I almost fall asleep in the dentist's chair.

I say that I want to know, but then he tells me and all I do is get more upset. So upset that I imagine myself breaking another tooth. Time for another boundary.

More to do.