How much longer can I lay here and still be ready for yoga?

Soft gray light, yoga mat, small cup of coffee, jar full of water. Today we are moving through the chakras.

She always needs to push my shoulders down and back. I carry so much in this upper part of my body.

Twenty-four days.

Slow, slow Saturday. The first slow Saturday in so many months. I don’t even want to poison it by turning on the vacuum cleaner or wiping down a mirror.

They keep sending pictures of the foods they are enjoying. I find it humorous. I also think of what I have to look forward to when my children are also grown: going wherever I want, when I want, and eating cinnamon rolls for breakfast without regard or regrets.

Sparkling wine and fried chicken while waiting for the little league home run derby to begin.

Am I being self-righteous?

“She wants a lot of sprinkles.”

None of my children are home yet and it’s after 10:30 at night. What are we doing?