Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Four
Slow Saturday. Sunshiny Saturday.
Everything is clear and bright, just as it should be after the rain.
Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow. No energy for navigating that crowd.
Maybe you’ll brush your teeth now?
I think it was still cheaper than her gift card idea.
I slowly scan the shelves, see a copy of The Coasts of California, and grab it. It’s still wrapped in a kraft brown sleeve as if it’s never been read. The librarian says they’ve gotten a lot of donations recently - really nice ones.
He says something about me being in a good mood. Consecutive days of sunshine, I say. Not going into the office yesterday, I say. A clean home, I say.
They set records.
Gringo tacos.
He comes into the bathroom to tell me that the Firewood Fairy stopped by.
