this morning #1279.

this morning, i knocked at the side of the tree until a coconut fell down at my feet. it’s day 233. i think. i’d have to consult the hashmarks to be sure. when i last saw you this past spring, right before i set out on my fateful trip, you said “i hope you love coconuts.” i wish i’d picked up on your sarcasm. you totally knew what was about to happen to me. instead, i asked you what the hell that even means. you just laughed. then i asked you if “coconuts” was slang for something. you chuckled again & then told me to “forget it.” now i’ve been here long enough to miss my both of my kids’ birthdays & i can confidently say that i do love coconuts. i mean, they keep me alive. i love them for that alone.