Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Forty-Two
Daylight.
It’s early, but I can already feel the day’s heat creeping in.
Another submission.
The boys are up and out of the house and on their way to practice. The girls are still asleep. He is still upstairs. A few quite moments with my journal in the sunny seat with a cup of decaf.
Can I do less?
Is it a day off if you give yourself a to-do list?
The Haunting of Hill House. Frightening and mesmerizing.
A nap-time nightmare.
Going through the list of colleges and looking at what should be done and when. Trying not to be overwhelmed.
Gringo tacos.
