but he was up at 5-something, just before six. I don’t get it.
Quiet espresso to self this Mother’s Day in the nook. No lights. Just me, quiet, and again noticing myself going over texts and occurrences, conversations and … just letting it go. Moving on and into today. Mother’s Day.
Mama Sue in Oregon with Dad, leaving me with over 8 hours to produce something. 1, clean this house and hit the laundry like the Ukrainians do the Russian legions charging their cities and villages. Not sure I have energy for a run or that Marin hike. Actually, definitely not.
Friend of mine actually wished me a Happy Mother’s Day, on Mexican Mother’s Day, in the spirit of me being a single dad as when I have the kids I play both roles, she said. Nice of her, of course, but I told her I don’t deserve the kind of praise. Still though, I read the text a couple times now and then.
Loft different this morning, and I think because I’m writing sans bulbs. Should do this more, definitely.