My pandemic notebooks lie on my lap. A Brazilian show from 2010, voted one of the Top 10 worst soaps of all time, plays on the television. It’s so-bad-it's-very-good drama.
Mom’s eyelids are heavy. She asks for the time.
‘It’s half past ten,’ I lie. The clock above the fireplace says it’s 6 p.m.
‘That’s why I’m so sleepy,’ she concludes. The sleeping pill has kicked in.
‘Wait until this episode is over.’
I hold a green highlighter pen. I’ll go through my previous selves and mark what I wish to save, and what can be thrown into the fire.
Awe, man, I thought this was gonna be a lengthy review on cheap notebooks I could go out and feed my notebook addiction with. 😅