I miss my morning green tea. Decaffeinated tea is hollow. Empty. It tastes like absence.
The heater is on. I want to go upstairs and turn it off but I am resisting. Stay put and keep writing. I also want to see what the date is today, but I don’t want to turn on my phone or computer. This is an exercise in discipline. Possibly also an exercise in futility.
Happy times I can remember… mostly vacations. Usually involving water. A lake or a beach.