Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Eighty-Seven
How did I forget about the alarm?
I’m thinking, which means I’m awake.
The just-right weather for a book, coffee, and a light blanket.
A long list of gratitudes.
Posture.
Honest conversations.
Not sure why I wanted to make such a big meal for just the five of us: grilled chicken thighs, two tri-tips, corn on the cob, caprese salad, potato salad, peach cobbler.
A last-minute chat with the ‘rents.
Gut checks.
Expectancy Theory.
