With Edda.

And the day with Edda passes quickly. Somehow when I wake up to Edda’s soft laughter in my bedroom’s monitor, the day stretches out long. I have a list of things to do knowing that I will not do them. By day’s end we have done so very little except happily keep each other company in quietness. We napped together, we ate together. I made little progress in my book while she watched her familiar videos. I cycled loads of laundry through the washer/dryer knowing full well I will never fold.