Oh, right. I need to get up. She’s coming today.

Heavy black mug feels most right today.

The golf course looks like it’s covered in a thin layer of frost. The pond is as smooth as glass.

Choosing convenience.

“What exactly are you looking to get out of this experience?”

Just right.

Soup night. Quick focaccia.

Missed connections.

I talk about stranger danger and she tells me that she was indeed listening to the podcast when they talked about a person being abducted and murdered with their head and hands cut off. So. Okay. Maybe she is scared enough.

The frogs are so loud. The windows aren’t even open yet they are the only thing I can hear.