I hope he remembered to take the trash out last night.

This summer schedule is looking weird.

I start to leave for work and glance back at the vase of gladiolas. They are glowing, and I want to stop and take a picture, but I decide I will remember it well enough.

“Come home to yourself.” - Co — Star

I’d rather he be social.

She texts me to say that the trip is good. That it is worth it and I should go next year. That the only problem she’s had is with the teachers. I laugh and laugh and laugh. She is not me at all.

Dinner for four is so much different than dinner for five.

Aisle seats.

“You ate that.”

The more I read, the more I realize how much more still needs to be explored.