. I sleep in 10 extra minutes. I’m convinced it should be the weekend already.
. Eyes still puffy from last night’s episode of This Is Us.
. Morning sky, coffee, thinking big.
. Only 3 weeks before she leaves. We haven’t even gone camping together yet.
. It does not take long for the piles to gather. Pillows tumbled on the couch, mail on the counter, books and random bits on the kitchen table, clothes everywhere. I make the bed and wash the dishes. The only two things I can’t stand in disarray. I leave the crumpled clothes where they are. I straighten the books so everything is parallel. That’s better.
. These pants used to be so loose on me. So much is changing.
. I realize I left my favorite perfume in Denver. The one that smells of smoke and wood. I make a mental note to buy more this weekend.
. A grandmother’s tea cup.
. It’s not Jupiter, it’s Mars. I was hoping for Jupiter, too.