4/19/2024

Plates clink and drawers rumble. My husband is making dinner. I breathe in the scent of mango chutney and tuna steaks.

Today was full of logistics and doing. I am tired, aching both in body and soul. Looking back, I was distracted when I should have been engaged. The present is so often slippery, with the past and the future elbowing in from either side.

But we will eat good food tonight. We will talk. We will rest.