Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Twenty-One
So dark.
Up before the turkey. Full moon hangover. The upside of the darkness is the extra quiet—and the cooler temp.
Not today.
How can I experience a little bit of the future right now?
This time, the box contains peaches. A cobbler must happen.
I walk away from the screen and head outside. Then I decide I should lay in the hammock for a brain break. I stare at the sky and just breathe.
Productive.
I ask him how he’s doing, and he lets out a big sigh and says it hasn’t been great. “Your Monday has been Monday-ing?” I say. He pauses before saying, “It is.”
He says he needs something in his small apartment because he sits so much more now with this new job.
Rewatching Great British Baking Show for about the 100th time.
