It's too early to do dishes, too early to do work. Cold cinnamon toast that Neal forgot in the toaster keeps me company, washed down with emergen-c. Saturday morning, friends.
Yesterday I bought a new journal. It's enormous. It makes the statement: I have a home. We'll see what it turns into. What any of this turns into.
Last night I stayed home and slept instead of going to a party. It could almost have been described as a mature decision.
-Nick stops by and picks up S. for a meeting.-
Quiet house apart from the dishwasher.
Sometimes I can't tell if my skin is clear and my stomach flat or if I'm just having a good self esteem day. I check by looking at my facebook pictures and seeing which ones of them make me cringe. None. Good self-esteem day. Worth so much more.
Under all the back to school panic is a deep and abiding satisfaction. Almost joy. It's the opposite of the summer.
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