Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Eighty-Three
Mornings when I can’t sleep.
The way the sunlight leaks through the morning fog. Almost holy.
So. much. laundry.
Enough time to finally clean the bathrooms and sweep and vacuum.
Glad they got a win on this one. Even with all of those turnovers. But they always work hard, and that’s what matters.
We both eat big chicken burrito bowls for a late lunch. It’s still cloudy and cold.
Need just one more day.
He says that the girls were patient. I wonder what that means. She says that people were rude and did not say “please” or “thank you.” I guess that is what he means by them being patient.
They notice that I still have my tree up. “I’ll try to take it down tomorrow,” I say.
He had fun.
