Ten.Two Thousand & Sixty-Seven
Almost Friday.
Blueberry muffins from a box. The sounds of the coffee machine percolating. This almond milk isn’t quite doing it for me.
If nothing else, the relationships.
Wines of Sicily.
I remind myself that in spite of all everything, there is this: the beauty that surrounds us, the talented people, opportunities to make something out of nothing.
But where do we go next?
I need to get better at planning these Thursdays.
Two road closures in town. We crawl down the trail. I think of what he said about moving further up the hill. “If there’s a fire, there’s only one road.” Thirty minutes to get from home to the high school.
We make it just in time. I have no expectations outside of everyone having fun. I think they are.
My last stop is the emergency room. His sister hands him his cold Chick-fil-a. I am too tired to think. I respond to their texts to let them know he is okay.
