Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Thirty-Eight
No need for handwarmers this week. 62 degrees!
Voice notes to myself in the dark.
Wet tulips glistening in the morning sun.
I get to decide what kind of day this will be. Maybe.
Solo staycation booked.
I can’t wait for tomorrow at the office. The gang will be together again.
He’s still sitting at the table, and that means that maybe he’s listening.
I wonder if they really think that this will be the thing that helps fix it. It’s not. It won’t be. It never is.
He asks me how much coffee I’ve had.
First day of classes.