Brother Grizz is in charge of making breakfast this morning. We’re having country sausage gravy and biscuits. I had to sleep in Mom’s car last night because she was in charge of bringing a tent but decided against it when there wasn’t enough room. She brought a fold up cushion for herself and slept under the stars— which she prefers because she overheats easily in enclosed areas. When I was woken this morning by the sound of rain pattering against the rooftop, I immediately looked out the window to see how she was. She was sitting in a chair next to the fire, bangs wet and falling in her eyes, nibbling on Cheetos, and completely content. The rain has since stopped but there’s supposed to be a thunder storm later. My brother just asked if it’s noon yet so he can “start warming his body” with a few Coors before the storm hits.
