Ten.Two Thousand & Fifty-Four
Finally Friday.
I decide to go in early anyway. I could use the peace and quiet. And I don’t want to think about all the cleaning that needs to be done.
SOS mode.
Emails and more emails.
What exactly is it that I am expecting to happen? What would happen if I just let go of any expectations? But I don’t think I’m asking for too much.
All things considered, aren’t I the luckiest?
What if we use this time for exploration instead? I eat the pasta and make a list of all things I would do if I could do anything. It makes me smile.
I ask them if they’ve caught any rattlesnakes lately. They have not. They seem disappointed about it.
It is hot. So hot. So, so hot. I am sweating. I can feel it softening the once-crisp cotton.
But then there are evenings like these.
