Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Fifty-Three
Nooooo. The contact is torn. Headache.
That time of year when I’m lying on my back doing a spinal twist and I see just how dirty the windows are, but I know that winter is coming, so there’s no point in getting them washed now.
Maybe a solution?
I want so many things. Many are competing. This is an energetic drain.
This show is crazy.
I take him to the gym. Solo work today because he knows he doesn’t want to go all out with the adults.
I forget that he can be funny at times.
The ice cream didn’t come.
Flow.
Just a few more weeks.
