In the dream, a sigh of relief.

The birds are always the loudest this time of the morning.

Tumeric tea but I decide at the last minute to take a cup of coffee to go.

Too many people needing to be in too many places at too many different times.

Always on a call.

I had just written in the pages to not be so desperate, and yet, here I am again yearning.

Someone forgot to tell us that this call was cancelled.

Gratitude for working a/c in a car full of children.

I tell him, “yes, it’s cold, but we’re only cold because we live on the west coast and we are so close to the ocean, and, really, isn’t amazing that we live here?”

We find a pizza place and order a large pepperoni and an order of cheesy pesto breadsticks. I am slightly annoyed that he is making this all from scratch. It’s already 8:15pm.