figmental

• Cinnamon in my coffee.
• Sleeping to 11:00 unmolested. (Unless Bill next door is mowing his damn lawn. Again.)
• Eating cereal for dinner.
• Having a friend spend the day with you at home doing … whatever.
• Books and magazines on the other side of the bed.
• Waking up in the middle of the night and turning on the light to read.
• Not making the bed.
• Reading the Saturday Washington Post all the way through.  I mean, all the way through. With a second and third cup of cinnamon coffee. On the porch.
• Wandering to 23rd Street for dinner and margaritas (plural) without having made a plan for it.
• The still and quiet.

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• Going into Lely’s room and seeing that it’s clean. For the third day in a row.
• Smelling her in her sun-warmed room.
• Seeing P’s shoes next to the front door. Unmoved from the day before.
• Not smelling coffee (non-cinnamon) wafting up from the kitchen.
• Not hearing one … two sneezes downstairs.
• Haven’t heard “I have a question for you” once today.
• No hamster pile of dirty workout clothes behind the office door.
• Actually, I did make the bed. Each day. Before I went downstairs.
• Too still. Too quiet.