Ten.Two Thousand & Twenty-Seven
5:38 a.m.
Yoga day. The children are still asleep. Move the dining room table. Sweep the crumbs off the carpet. Lay out the mats.
It feels like I’m going on a vacation, and I am weirdly excited about it.
I make a salad and take myself out to the porch. Half sun, half shade. The sound of a weedwhacker.
All white everything.
So close. So close. And yet, so far.
I am not yet to Jameson Canyon, and already I feel drowsy. I start to munch on the pretzels. I start to wonder why it is that sometimes driving makes me sleepy. I have to stay awake. I have so far to go.
A glowy moon sitting low in the sky.
Soft water. Weird suburban takeout. Negative COVID test - it really must just be the allergies.
A bed to myself.