Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Fifty-Five
Waking up to the sound of rain.
A meditation. I opt for no words, just the sound of a gong and ocean waves.
I slip protein powder and a liquid immunity booster into the smoothie. “Is this the same fruit you usually use?” “It tastes a little different.” “The texture is not the same.” “I put protein powder in it. And it has kale.”
Jokes.
Ray Ray’s Tacos. Shrimp. Brisket. Queso. I hope she does well.
I tell myself that it could be worse. And then I think of what she would say to me: “Why is it that we should settle for what we don’t want because ‘it could be worse?’”
Call in what you want.
I always laugh when I’m with her.
Okay, okay. Tri-tip tastes good.
This is not going to be easy, but it is necessary.
