Ten.Two Thousand, Two hundred & Forty-Five
I should get up.
Is there enough bacon? Enough waffles? Bagels for them, morning pages for me.
So cold I need a sweater. Fall is almost here.
She laughs about my rigidness about time.
I’m glad I stayed on the phone with her. Just like the old days.
It is a lot, but not impossible to do.
They say it’s so slow. It almost sounds like every time we come, they say it’s slower than before. The businesses in town are suffering, they say. The vendors demand that they purchase quantities that don’t make any sense for their small business. Suffering.
Just say the thing.
Enchanting.
If you’re not inside, you’re still late. Still late.
