Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Ninety-Nine
I still check under the sofa for snakes before I get on the mat.
It will be hot today. It is already hot.
Really need to buy those decaf pods.
Tight knees = tight quads. More stretching.
Messages that need to be returned but there is not enough alone time in the day.
I need to call her tomorrow morning. It’s been too long.
She sends pictures of them from ten years ago. Their faces and hands are so small. They are the same but different. It used to feel so hard back then, but it might be harder now.
We watch him cut a bit of meat off the pork chop and then burst into laughter at the same time. Note to self: no more bone-in porkchops.
They are funnier than I am, that’s for sure.
A dream that repeats itself is no longer a dream but a demand.
