Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Six
2:38 a.m.
Sunrise.
No, I do try to keep a clean home. I just need a little break now and then.
Sam’s General Store. A little bit of coffee and a flaky quiche. Random bits of information about ancient Romans. Yes, cinnamon rolls are always better warm.
I teach him how to get into the hammock again.
It feels quiet today. I like that—a slow, quiet day. I’m already imagining how I can manufacture a stay-at-home Monday.
Sometimes, it seems like there is no point.
Yellow butterflies.
Bad Poetry.
Cleaning to feel in control.
Bolognese and Chianti, garlic bread and college-talk.