A little bit more time in bed.

Replaying various moments from the week before.

The first thing I see is a picture of their view of Rome.

Hair day.

Bake Off but the one with the professionals. Interrupted by questions I don’t want to answer.

Sometimes, you want to give up, but you know you can’t. You don’t really want to.

I keep sticking the pizza rolls back into the oven, but maybe there is no amount of extra cooking that will make them taste better to me.

Exhausting.

In bed by 8:30? Yes, please.

A mental list of the to-dos for tomorrow before closing my eyes. An extra blanket. The tremors are back.