Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Sixty-Seven
Keeping my eyes closed.
Skipping the workout to rest the body.
Everyone had the same idea, she says. If we stay focused, we can be in and out of here quickly.
Can barely keep my eyes open on the way back home. It’s not even noon yet.
Trying to journal but too tired to find the words.
Making peace with the fact that all of the things I thought I would do during the break are not going to happen.
More rain.
Another nap.
Christmas Eve Eve.
She asks me if we have the stuff to hang the stockings. We do. I just haven’t done it yet.
