Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Sixty-Eight
9:30 a.m.
I feel like I’ve lost an entire day. But i neeeded the extra sleep.
He’s sitting at the table in a towel eating eggs.
Family lunch at Stateline. Brisket. Tri-tip sandwich. Brisket sandwich. Burnt ends. Macaroni and cheese. Greens and Beans. We talk about how they missed all the Kansas City barbecue we used to eat: Jack Stack, Oklahoma Joe’s, Arthur Bryant’s.
“What’s a narp?” “You know. It’s a non-athletic regular person.”
More film. Halfway there.
I can’t remember the last time I just walked around a Target to waste time. She wants to smell all the smells. I manage enough willpower to avoid putting candy corn in the cart.
We just mention the part about her going over the curb.
I take my shower while they argue about Michael and Lebron.
Cheeto puffs.