September 29, 2019
7:00 p.m. Yup. Snoozed and snoozed and snoozed. Eh. Work's a 20-minute walk. 10 if I'm fast. I smell something cooking. Sour. Herby. Dad said earlier he was going to cook pasta. I bolt up and run downstairs. Bingo. Mom's setting the table and motions for me to wash my face and fix my hair. "Come back down in 5 minutes." I dress up and make myself presentable for the table. I hope Dad lets us use his special parmesan cheese. It can be quite hard to start one's day at night. On a Sunday. But. Pasta!