No frogs.

Linty.

Skip cooking and make them eat cereal.

He shows me how to mirror the phone to the television so that it’s not just a giant black screen in the background. “What is that?” “A cask at Promontory.”

“Are you at Meadowood?” “Well. Kind of. I live above it. So no, but also, yes.” And then I realize how absurd that sounds and say a few words of gratitude to myself.

It’s a lot of pressure.

Putting together bits and pieces that make the most sense.

More words of gratitude.

We laugh. “We’re teaching them two-three zone today. I think they’d rather play than not. They’ve been working hard.”

I decide to keep it light. Why not? Pain for the sake of pain seems unnecessary in times like these. And, maybe, this is the one place where we all get to have a little bit of fun. I could be projecting.