Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Twelve
I’ll sleep in today. I’ll let my body rest today.
Humid.
But there’s always more laundry.
Email reconciliation and personal admin with a cup of decaf in the soft morning light.
Leftover tomato soup and the last hour of The Birds. Finding it funny how many times they say “Santa Rosa” and how many times I’ve seen this movie I had no idea it was a real place.
I watch the leaves dancing along the pavement. They are slightly damp and glittering.
Resting my eyes.
Almost over this phase.
She asks them if they will come to the camera and say hello. I laugh.
She says we’re getting a taste of what being an empty nester will feel like. I don’t hate it. But it is weird.
