Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Forty-Seven
Another day to hit the snooze.
Stronger than yesterday.
I zoom in with my camera phone to realize that it’s just an orange cat, a tabby, grooming itself in the morning sun.
I forgot my bag again…this time, the one with the food.
Time is creeping by in this agenda-less meeting. Folding my hands behind my head. Eating cut pineapple because I can’t get more angry. Trying to fix my energy.
I remember that I have tomorrow off, and that brings a little bit of peace.
I wish I were better at faking it. Or do I?
If you can’t laugh, what are you even doing?
What does unreasonable hospitality look like in this situation?
So many ideas and never enough time.