So cold.

The thermostat says 61 degrees. I turn the heat back on.

I mistakenly reduced the cardamom rose almond milk. Now there is not enough.

I put my pajama shirt on over my sweater. Then I put the wool blazer over the pajama shirt. I am still not warm enough.

I remember that I don’t have a poker face and I realize that I probably don’t look as excited or interested as I should be.

Adelante.

I take a walk to clear my head and see her father. I tell him that I am going to try to watch her race. He reminds me of the time. Once you begin to recognize a face, you see that face everywhere.

“Is this how you are everywhere at once?” “Yes. It’s all Hotspot and Laptop.”

“Which one of these kids belongs to you?” “None of them,” I say. I laugh.

Golden Hour here is just so beautiful.

We could leave or we could stay. We should probably stay.