- Awake at 5:03am without an alarm.
- I sprint to the desk, knowing I won’t get it all down, to relive the wonder of yesterday’s revelations.
- I didn’t realize it was an endo attack until an hour later. It’s followed by an upswell of gratitude for how different that is from being destroyed for two days.
- “Are you worried about X or Y?” I ask. “Everything,” she says. “Such a mom answer.”
- I don’t know what that is, but I like it.
- The visit confirms my desire to make the switch, but that doesn’t make it any easier to say goodbye.
- “This is one of, if not the most, OCD thing I’ve ever seen you do,” he half-jokes as I sort the trailmix into its basic elements. It’s not my fault there are too many peanuts.
- All the small things.
- Technically, I ate four cookies for dinner and then a salad with fried chicken for dessert.
- I look at the huge Tupperware that are multiplying in our bedroom, still empty, still waiting. A tremor of this-will-be-real-soon. Am I as ready as I tell myself I am?
