Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Fifty-Seven
Rest.
I emerge from the shower much, much later than usual. A warm glow in the living room. Quiet.
“You’re not stuck; you’re misaligned.”
I check off the boxes. I feel like a lily in the ocean. These waters are unfamiliar and unwelcome. Where are my still waters?
Speed cleaning before it’s time to leave for her softball game.
A woman who cuts her hair is a woman who is about to change her life. Or who is experiencing hormonal and stress-related thinning?
Perfect weather for sitting in the stands; moderate temperature, a clear and sunny sky, and a light breeze.
I see him warming up in the bullpen on my way back from the bathroom. He only needs three outs.
Headaches.
Wonton soup before bed.