5:30 he said. He will be up soon, too.

Why is everyone always eating their breakfast in the car?

“I did learn something,” he says. “What’s that?”

Poppies.

I tell her that it’s very bitter today.

Black-eyed Peas. I am transported back to the Express in the Overland Park Mall. The store manager is of below-average height for a man with short blond hair, glasses, and braces. He asks me why I didn’t have any credit card sales that day. I tell him I don’t believe in pushing debt onto people. I laugh. I guess I’ve always been a bit defiant. Random memories.

3:30 p.m. - 6:30 p.m. 3:45 p.m. - 5:15 p.m. 5:15 p.m. - 7:15 p.m. Somewhere in between all of this I will make dinner.

So. many. words.

“Phenomenological.” I count the syllables on my hand.

Just a few bites.