Ten.Two Thousand & Ninety-Seven
Football practice.
Sweatshirt and jeans and a Yeti of coffee. Foggy and overcast skies. The feeling of turf underfoot.
Cleaning, cleaning, more cleaning.
I love this home.
I move things with my mind. That could go there, and this should be here, and maybe we add one more over there. My body is too tired to do it, though.
Where is she?
I want to scream and throw things. This is not about this, but about other “this”s. I think of what can be done. I slide my feet into the sandals and walk a loop. It helps a little.
I grab the Mandolorian lego kit and sit on the floor of my bedroom and decide that this will help but I am missing two pieces. I can’t go any further.
Traditional Ethiopian food. 2011 Trimbach Gewurtztraminer. Pound cake with a fig compote. I tell her that next time, I’ll make macaroni and cheese.
Way past my bedtime.
