Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty-Six
Would you believe it? A turkey call to wake me up.
I remember that I’m back on the clock today which means I must get out of bed and dressed and down to breakfast on time. I hear the bell ringing, letting me know I have 15 more minutes before breakfast is served.
I am the first one down; there are not many of us left today. I am tempted by a plate of fluffy banana oatmeal pancakes but stick with fruit, chicken sausage, and coconut yogurt with granola. Coffee.
I join them today and they tell me they’ve been painting together for the last few days, and that they feel like old friends, and that they are certain they are getting on Nino’s nerves. I have to leave for a call as they talk about living during the terror of the Golden State Killer.
Technical issues.
I buy a large bundle of sage, three notecards, and three milagros: a heart, an evil eye, and a key.
More emails, but in the sun, with a breeze, and a heavy mug filled with decaf.
One last meal: roasted salmon, salad with a lemon vinaigrette, green rice, bean salad. Black-eyed Susan cookie. A second helping of green rice and bean salad.
Protecting energy.
He asks me where I was. I tell him I needed a bit of time away and some quiet. “That’s valid,” he says.
I promise them that we’re not having pizza again for at least three weeks.
