Ten.Two Thousand & Eighty-Two
Finally Friday. It’s been the longest short week.
He asks me to take him to the gym before I go to work. I pack up my things and bring my journal with me and write while he shoots around.
First one in.
He asks me why she seemed frustrated. I explain, but I don’t know if he’s really listening.
Good enough for today.
He fills me in on what I’ve missed, how no news is good news, and how he’s ready for the next thing. I make him promise to tell me he’s leaving before he’s leaving.
These meals with her outside on the deck are my favorite. It’s like being at home but not. It is quiet. Birds float from tree to tree. Small black lizards dart across the gravel paths. Still, no rattlers, thank goodness.
We talk about her future and how we should make a plan for her. She says this room is a safe space for her.
I feel the weight of my worries in every limb these days.
Slow down the time.
