One more day of doing nothing but
5th grade math with Ferd
reading the paper
walking by the river and
dishes.

And then it doesn’t matter if the load is heavy, it doesn’t matter if it hurts, it doesn’t matter if it’s uphill, the matter will be moving on.

In the end all the phone calls will be made, all the permits will be hanging on the hall, the benches will be built, the lights will be lit, the cakes will be baked and the rhythm will be rolling. I will be a single, cafe co-owning mother with a two door commute.