Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Thirty-Three

1. Cold.

2. One cup. Just one cup. Can I really have just one?

3. Reminders to self.

4. Caesar salad for breakfast. Orange juice. Coffee. What an odd combination.

5. What is worth fighting for?

6. I stand over the table and quickly read a few pages from the book while I wait for him to finish his smoothie. This is how starved I am for reading. I am not even sitting down. I am still looking at the book as the lower half of my body tries to make its way toward the stairs.

7. It’s only Tuesday?

8. That is not what I wanted to see.

9. I watch it drop onto the deck and then flop through the metal gate-fence and onto the ground. I already know it’s too far for my arm to reach. But I laugh and laugh and laugh. She grabs a long hook for the clothing racks and a small gift bag. He takes the pole and drops the bag onto the ground. Then he manages to flip the phone end-over-end to get it closer to the opening. He manages to push the phone all the way into the bag and then pulls the hook through the loop and lifts it over the edge. Success. I am still laughing.

10. Still.