Turning off the alarm.

I turn on the work phone just long enough to read the reports from the night before, but I avoid the rest of the inbox and turn it back off.

It’s been some time since I made a trip down the trail to run errands. I marvel at the landscape and how the mountains seem to go on forever and ever. And at how the morning sun seems so clear and bright. And at the singular hot air balloon floating in the distance.

I know the source of the pain.

If only he would stop sleeping in his contacts.

One watered-down espresso. This oat milk creamer did not froth.

Focus.

They want to do the bus again. This time, we convince them to head north instead. It’s a straight shot and a much shorter ride. We park on the side of the road, a few cars behind the bus stop, to make sure they actually make it onto the bus.

I think I’ve got it.

I really don’t know.