morning melting later and later, the shoulder I sleep on less somehow more crunched so Matt says "happy birthday" and tries to crunch the other way and rises, as always, before me.
Already some is lost, a big bowl of only a liquidy breakfast addresses the number one need of thirst, not hunger, the day becomes still for a long time in the computer and a form distracts me from the snow, Matt says "is it an eclipse?" and flowers come.
At 1:30, 2, 2:30 finally up and a walk, half an hour away from forgetting therapy and an hour and a half away from realizing, the "overlook" park in pieces the angle homes I love and seem like gateways Kathryn comes outside at 3.
Somehow Matt is home though we were outside together, I call the therapist, apologize "I couldn't think because it's my birthday so I could not perceive Tuesday" Matt makes a lunch with cream today, but late and I've never talked to mother for less than forty minutes and again today.
Life gets hard in the bathroom but Matt's determined to do the firehouse challenge, once mentioned in July and now why not. The outdoor indoor isn't right, all the prizes gone but never mind. Fried pickles for me and Ryan's worried about iconography, which makes sense. No singing when there are walls, though, no singing when there are walls.
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