Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Thursday, August 16, 2018
A Good Idea For A Bad Mood
After my bad mood has worn off, and I’m mostly returned to sanity, Katie and I sit in the kitchen, exhausted by my fit. We’re figuring out dinner, when I notice the flowers that our roommate has purchased for the house arcing out of the vase on the kitchen table in a spray of purple and white.
“He bought flowers,” I tell Katie, stating the obvious, since both of us have been home all day.
“Yeah, and there’s some in the living room, too,” she says, while I smile at his kindness.