Game day.

Stiff neck. Thank goodness she’s coming today.

Migraine.

I let myself take it easy.

The sound of the tree chippers in the distance.

I never ate.

My shoulders are overloaded and I am trying to calm my nerves and I wonder if I will ever get to a point where I am not nervous.

These wind turbines make me miss the hills of the east bay.

29-38.

We stand in front of the school under a streetlight while we wait for their parents to arrive. A hawk lands on the telephone lines across the street.