Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Eighty-Nine
Tiptoeing through the house.
The phone knows that at 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning I’m stopping at the Safeway first.
Oreo crumbs.
The gift in this is to be able to see how they see themselves and each other.
Oh, I’m going to need a break by then.
The to-do list grows every minute.
I tell them that if they’re parking on the grass behind the actual parking lot, there’s no point in even looking at the line.
Deciding to go watch more basketball instead of doing my homework.
What would Sara tell me to do?
One more chapter before bed.
