Surely he isn’t up yet. I should roll back over. But instead, I get up, walk out into the hallway. He is fully dressed.

Basketball for breakfast.

When there is no zero hour, the morning is so long and leisurely.

Another beautiful day.

She looks at me and asks me if I’ve seen the weather. I’m going to pretend that those warnings of the potentiality of rain do not exist.

This was a good idea.

There is no emergency.

I don’t like the sounds of this, but at least the action was swift.

He says he wishes he was growing up like we did, with no phones and no internet. I agree. “The internet is forever,” I say. “That’s what Coach said.” “You guys don’t realize that you can ruin your life with these things.”

Planning for joy.