Ten.Two Thousand, Five hundred & Twenty-Two
Dark, dark, dark.
But also feeling light.
Footsteps on the roof.
Another one bites the dust.
Should have taken that walk.
One of those days when you find it hard to focus on any one thing because all the other things are pulling at all the fibers.
Coming home to a quiet house.
How, exactly, amd I going to make this work?
It’s volleyball season which means it’s also pre-game-Clif-Family-patio season.
No more babies.
