I take the frothy milk drink outside with my journal and a blanket. I do not need a blanket, but I put it over my legs anyway.

A small of red cherries.

Pomodoro technique to finish the assignment. One down and one more to go.

Nauseated.

Light blanked even though it’s 78 degrees in here. I need the weight of something on my body.

I take a flashlight and check all the bug traps. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. It’s almost worst than seeing something.

Trying not to think about work and only about today and this episode of “Alias Grace.”

Wednesday. Just need to make it to Wednesday.

We talk about aliens and the pyramids and birthday trips to Phoenix.

When you feel like there’s nothing else you can do.