Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Nineteen
Out of firewood.
The extra sleep. I needed the extra sleep.
Rain, rain, and more rain. Today is the right day for it.
I think I know what to do.
He asks me how long I think he will be in a wheelchair.
“I’m getting a degree in you,” I say. He smiles.
I think about what the options could be. He needs more time. I need more time. I need more time with him. We need more time together.
Popcorn and a nap.
Dragging pieces of pork tenderloin through the honey-garlic sauce.
“My standard is my standard.” - Deion Sanders
