Finally Friday.

I take my time, stay cozy beneath the weighted blanket.

Everyone is sleeping in. A quiet morning for me. Water and a bowl of cherries. Spoiled oat milk.

First one in. I make a list of all the things that need to be done. This will not take much time.

Writing and rewriting.

I walk back to the office. “I just don’t want to have the conversation,” I say. Still alone.

Lists and more lists.

The weather outside is perfect. There is a gentle breeze. The sky is flat and clear. The trellised magnolias are trying to bloom again. I am alone.

This is a lesson in surrender.

I don’t think I’ve done enough to be this tired.