Ten.Two Thousand & Seventeen
It’s only Wednesday.
Do jeans make sense for today?
Forgot my water bottle today. Hopefully, there’s a pitcher. I open the cabinet above my head - there’s a pitcher.
I text her to say that all I want to do is lay on the floor. Me too, she writes back.
Hearing her say it out loud hits different, and I’ve even known the news longer than everyone else.
I really do always learn something new.
Another one bit the dust.
Empty office. No construction noise. Staring off into space.
His knees are up against the dashboard. Such a big body. I am always staring at him. Must be a first-born thing.
I really gotta get some sleep.
