Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Thirty
Fall back.
Not only did I remember how to change the clock on the stove, but I also figured out how to switch it back from French to English.
Grateful for technology that lets me do my grocery shopping while sitting down.
Warm in the sun, so cool in the shade.
Only one cookie today. Just one.
Underwhelmed.
Wrong day, but it means I get to make the call.
“Are you living? Or are you existing?”
I hear Christmas music coming from the room. I think about how few of these are left. They call me up to the room. “I only have two more of these left; I’ve got to make the most of it,” he says. “Well, I’ll probably come home for the holidays.” “Probably?” she says. “I mean, I most likely will.”
Tomorrow.
