Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Ninety-Eight
I could solve this problem.
Denim on denim.
He gets into the car and says a few words we can’t understand because his mouth is full of gauze.
Fistbumping to house music.
Funny. I was just thinking about incense.
Jell-O and more Jell-O.
I sift through the birthday flowers to find the still-green and dried bits that capture my eye and find smaller jars to place them in.
Back to Napa for another appointment. He says that the scale at home is right. That is both a good and a bad thing.
Scanning my brain for what to make while standing in the middle of the produce aisle.
There will be a day when I won’t have to make another meal plan, right?