Meant to turn the alarm off.

Slivers of golden light filling the room.

Weak. But this arm has been trouble lately, so I’m not surprised.

This is not an estate sale. This is not a garage sale. So very disappointing.

Four copies of The Phantom Tollbooth. Pandemic buy.

Schedules and times and spreadsheets. Order today, ease tomorrow.

Black dress. Need heels.

I choose a bottle of 2022 Orixe Sotela Nebola. He asks me how last weekend’s dinner went. I tell him I’m on my way to another one.

What a really small world.

The stars in these skies.