Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Six
I know I’m supposed to get out of bed right now, but I don’t want to.
Look at that light. Spring is coming.
Smoothie time.
I really need to work on this.
I open up her website and see the images I took some years ago. What am I feeling? Pride? Gratitude? Wistfulness?
I’m trying. I really am.
He asks what exactly it is that I want to do, which is funny because that’s the question I’ve been asking myself every day in my morning pages.
I ask for the kalen salad with the chicken, except no chicken. “So, a kale salad,” she says. I mean. Yeah.
No oat milk. No almond milk. No decaf. No caffeine-free tea. How funny.
Practice must have been just fine because he’s talking at the table. Good. I hope he got his number.