Forgot about the time change.

Still no yoga for me.

I lay in bed a little bit longer, stare out the window into the soft morning light.

Long to-dos for a Sunday.

Slowly making my way through the piles of things sitting in front of the fireplace.

What next?

I keep telling myself that I just need to find another way to get everyone else organized, everyone else more self-sufficient, and then things will be easier for me.

I set the legos outside on the deck. All but the Mandolorian. I can’t bring myself to give that one away.

Exactly how I thought it would be.

A second helping of Ceasar Salad before the next speech. The smell of old wood and bad wine and brownies. The anxiety of running across Highway 29 not once, but twice.