17 January, 2020
The phone rings. Automated call trying to sell me a cemetery plot.
The procurement form is due today and my aunt fell and broke her collarbone. I
must get some soy sauce and salsa for the week. The kid texts me a little heart. I
am about to text him back but the dog is whining to be let out and as I am waiting
for the dog to come in, I’m thinking about freedom and what it means to me
(the name of the essay my daughter is supposed to write for school). I’m distracted
and thinking about sex and how sex is part of freedom, and if only I had time
to read again, if only I lost ten pounds and this damn cough would clear up. I
see the ragged petunias I got for $1.99 at the grocery which really should get into
the ground. What does freedom mean to me–did the kid finish that mandatory
essay finally? I ought to call Bryan about that procurement form before he’s off
work and I forgot to defrost the taco meat and Dan is supposed to be coming
home early bzzt that’s the dryer.
Phone rings. Automated call trying to sell me a cemetery plot.