I sing Rosalita portuguese lullabies. Her eyelashes collect tiny specks of dust when she sleeps. I reach out and quietly remove them, piece by piece. I am reminded of when I was in the ninth grade and a girl walked over to me on the second day of school and asked if she could "pet my eyelashes".
The days are floating by. Things happen, whether I see them or not. A few of our chickens died. We haven't had animal casualties in a long time, so I am feeling sad about it.
Ben turns 26 this week.