Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Thirty-Seven
Cold. Two layers of sweaters.
He’s the only one with a weak stomach.
Marigolds drying out on my desk. October is quickly slipping away.
Staying away from the coffee, but this kind of weather begs for a cup + frothy oat milk.
She makes me laugh, and for that, I am grateful.
Two times in one week! They both say. Three times in a meeting with him, and it’s only Wednesday. Maybe we are all doing too much.
I trust her.
I knew this day was coming. So many giggles. Crushes on the big brother. He has no clue.
Tight games. A good loss. It’s almost our turn.
How do you do that all day?
