I missed a day. How?

That was the day of the baseball game, his birthday celebration, four extra kids on that drive into the city. There goes the perfect streak.

The worries will fade once the day gets going.

Adjustment of expectations.

The questions just get bigger and bigger and bigger. The answers heavier.

Just enough coffee.

Here but not here.

Compliments everywhere I go.

Pizza for dinner. Root beer floats for his birthday dessert. He sticks a candle in the ice cream. He reads his letter and smiles. That’s something.

A shell.