Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Twenty-Four
Need to move.
Cool morning and lots of fog. Dog barking as the garage door opens.
I text her to let her know that I’m still getting dressed. What an incredibly late start.
Harvest/back-to-school traffic.
I skip the bubbles. I always do. I hold my coffee and a phone so that I can’t hold anything else. I hear him say that this is one of the lowest attendances we’ve had recently. Is she really taking a selfie? How quickly can I get out of here?
I guess I’m singing louder than I thought.
I tell them about my dream where I was trying to buy a lottery ticket — lottery tickets in bulk. Multiples of all the different kinds. $240 in all and my card wouldn’t work.
Sore tongue from too many Wint-O-Green Lifesavers.
Chicken parmesan meatballs.
“There’s a yearning for this life you are creating.”