Feels like rain.

Out of coffee. Can I handle it? I’d rather move slowly this morning.

I throw my clogs and another sweater into the backseat for after the walk. There is a welcomed chill in the air.

An hour-long download of all the things while we drink our coffees and walk through town. “Something must be in the air,” I say.

Brain is shutting down.

I eat and eat until I can’t anymore. It is still cool in the shade. Passersby are familiar faces. I get one phone call and then another. It will not end. But we knew that. I knew that. It’s a slow burn.

Body shutting down.

I ask him if he minds waiting with me in town until the order is ready. He’s fine with it. We talk about school and sports and how his friends don’t like Kanye. “Old Kanye is the best Kanye,” I say. We talk about the documentary and how what I respect about him most is his dedication to his art. “Like Tom Brady. Don’t like the man, but respect his dedication to his craft.” He nods in agreement.

I eat two garlic rolls instead of pizza and get back to vacuuming.

A splash of Olivia Brion Taquine, in bed, reading On Vegetables by Jeremy Fox.