Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Saturday, August 6, 2016
After the party we climb into bed, and Katie lies down on her stomach with her arms beneath her head. I open my computer, go into the list I made this morning of all the stuff I had to do to prepare the house for guests, and begin checking off all the stuff I did.
I tell Katie, "I get to mark all these as complete."