Sunday

Eleven years ago today, my mother pushed a kid down to get to a penguin.

It’s cold, I’m bored and anxious sand I don’t like it.

Sunday. I managed to get a sleep best described as “meh”. When he was choosing our Saturday night movie, I insisted we weren’t watching a horror movie last night, because I didn’t want anything that could even remotely affect my dreams or ability to fall asleep. The cats and my bladder had different plans, unfortunately.…