Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Sixty-Six
Turkey Day.
Slice the apples, sprinkle the cinnamon, Potatoes zipping back and forth on the mandolin. Finishing two sides dishes and realizing that you need a lot more cream.
Haven’t cooked like this in so long. Still haven’t seen the children yet.
Charcuterie board and feet up. Counting Fantasy points.
He calls me back from the car., tells me I would know if I called more. “I think that’s called ‘a read’ or ‘throwing shade,’” I say. “Oh, it’s definitely shade.”
Family call holiday check-in. Seeing all of the faces on the screen makes me wish we would do one big Thanksgiving again.
Still sitting on the sofa, still thinking about all of the things I love about life right now.
One step done. Now the harder part begins.
Seconds?
College women’s basketball game. #19 versus #21 in the country. No one is there to inbound the ball. “Who’s supposed to inbound the ball?!” I yell at the screen. “See, even the pros do it,” we laugh.
