Day Three, Dec. 14, 2013. (Saturday)

Today I woke up earlier than Mom and turned on the coffee and read Charles Bowden in bed. It snowed later in the day, a dusting, and I drove Mom to work and then to Granny's for lunch. Then I went back to the shop, got a haircut, and picked up Mom. We came back home and I went for a run and she a walk but on the way home we both walked together. I fell asleep on the couch. Went to Granny's for dinner. Peter stayed home and ate Manna food. He bought cheesecake from McMillian's, which we brought to Granny's. He ate an eclair for lunch. He is sitting across from me now watching an old time movie. The nuts came in the mail. It is still early in the break, still the sense of great things to come. Things beginning. Only Day #3. There is the sense that this could be the last break, the last time for this kind of feeling. The sense that next year could be radically different. My mother's brown bathrobe. Asking about presents. Peter drinking only bottled water and not going to work.