Eh, no vodka, no pizza. I did wash my nightgowns but I didn't put one on. I did a little yoga. I slept. I finished reading a book. I swept the floors and made up the guest room bed clean. I made pesto from basil Tom brought me. I have cut up okra and am cooking it with tomatoes and onions. I thawed sea bass and it is marinating in lemon juice with some of the pesto.
I will make cornbread.
What else? What else is there?
Maybe tomorrow I will feel fine. I will go town and see my beebies. I will do something with them and with Lily. I will go to the store and buy more fruit. So much fruit right now, the cherries, the mangos, the peaches, the melons. They are like bright other worlds in our mouths, sweet suns of taste on our tongues.
Maybe tomorrow the world will seem brighter, it might be cooler, maybe it will rain.
Maybe. As Owen would say. "Maybe."