5.17: Mummy gets up to practice yoga alone in a quiet house.
5.18: Winton gets up and demands to watch Mummy practice yoga.
Mummy: [sun salutations]
Winton: "Mummy, Look! Pepita's on your mat! Look, she's eating the plant! Look! Pepita is breaking the blinds! Mummy? Are you finished yet? How many more minutes? Mummy. I'm hungry [coda]"
Clara: [sneaking into living room] "Boo!"
Husband wakes. Mummy leaves on dogwalk, leaving children to hector Husband about the possibilities of watching Horseland on TV.
Quiet. No traffic. No people.
Sun: Fluorescent pink.
Across the street: two men, apparently making a direct approach on me.
Mummy's internal monologue: "Oh, crap! This is the morning on which I finally get mugged!"
Men approach, say "good morning!" cheerfully, drunkenly and then pay me no mind in order to continue their loud, slurred conversation . . . which is about how fun it is to feed the seagulls at the inner harbor.