No outings, no big events.
But even blank days have structure.
Cats, dogs, eggs, lunch.
Cowboy at work.
Housework done.
The rest is naps, screens, and slow hours.
I write to keep the days from slipping away.
The hum of the air conditioner fills the silence.
Then it’s bedtime.
Another day gone.
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