Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Seventy-Two
It’s getting warmer.
I grab the bag of eggs and make my way around the house.
Back to bed with a handful of peeps.
Cold feet and hands. I slip under the weighted blanket.
I try not to feel guilty for resting.
Ham and candied yams and greens. Next year, I’ll do better.
The way the light is falling across the trees and hillsides.
Too full.
He says that his brother paid him $2 to get his eggs and basket for him. At least he realizes that one should be compensated for their labor.
I take a test, just in case. I put myself to bed early. There is still light coming into the room.
