Another Sunday Night

I love the taste of my mom's pasta salad, this time with chunks of artichoke hearts. They and the bits of olive are chunks and bits of nostalgic Italian childhood.

I love the citrusy smell of deep conditioner invigorating my scalp. My hair's gonna be so soft. It's gonna be so soft.

Writing out heartfelt words on blank note cards, typing out ideas and games that amount to learning as lesson plans, sitting under a hairdryer while reading the colorful Sunday comics.

CNN and New York Times scans, a Facebook check, and the fuzzy few pensive moments before settling into a well-earned sleep.