Ten.Two Thousand & Twenty-Seven
- 5:38 a.m. 
- Yoga day. The children are still asleep. Move the dining room table. Sweep the crumbs off the carpet. Lay out the mats. 
- It feels like I’m going on a vacation, and I am weirdly excited about it. 
- I make a salad and take myself out to the porch. Half sun, half shade. The sound of a weedwhacker. 
- All white everything. 
- So close. So close. And yet, so far. 
- I am not yet to Jameson Canyon, and already I feel drowsy. I start to munch on the pretzels. I start to wonder why it is that sometimes driving makes me sleepy. I have to stay awake. I have so far to go. 
- A glowy moon sitting low in the sky. 
- Soft water. Weird suburban takeout. Negative COVID test - it really must just be the allergies. 
- A bed to myself. 
