A weekend with the boy; a drive into the city, the Conservatory of Flowers, Golden Gate Park, a visit with friends, lunch on the grass in the park, the kids' playground, much running and laughing and playing, the boy sleeping on the drive home, a late afternoon baseball game; a mask-and-cape themed birthday party, some fussing and tears, a long nap, pizza, the drive home.
104 degrees fahrenheit, little matter what the record claims.
Lying here now with the fan trying to cool me, no music playing, the sound of a washing machine through the wall, distance, victory, sleep fills the room.
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