9:48 a.m. - October 13, 2002
Mornings at 6, there's no coffee in bed for me
Staring at the ceiling before it was quite light I planned my day: Church, up to Berkeley to shop for books and fresh air, home to finish laundry, work on the project. Hot chocolate (two shots of hazelnut), crisp breezes, flushed cheeks, perhaps the farmer's market (white peach and apricot jam). Something. Anything. Locomotion, mental, physical.
Instead I rolled over and here I am. I hate this.
