Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Three
Morning light
Back to avocado. I probably need some protein.
Another cobweb.
Almost four years with her. Almost four years here in this house. It seems like we’ve been here so much longer.
I sit in the chair facing the sun. It’s still cool enough to drink coffee while I write. I love being home.
I recognize these feelings.
I help her figure out how to lock the cabinet again. She clearly has never done this before.
“I am the source of time.”
He says he’s not nervous or worried. I am only a little worried. He will be fine. He’s always fine.
It’s going to be a weird week.
