Hard to get up in the morning. Head groggy, noggy groggy, groggy noggin. Morning shower, telephone call, unexpected progress and unexpected bliss.
My mother was resting in the sunlight when I went in to get her. Her dogs were at her feet.
We were wasting time, sunlight on us, driving around and stopping where we could. At the chinese restaurant we waited outside for the food to be done, singing songs together. Oh, don't you cry for me. Little bits of love finding their way in.
Across the parking lot the man I feared for years and years was talking to a ward councilor. He stopped to wave to me. I waved back.
Beautiful hangover day.