Pokeweed berries

Now that it is well past dark when I get home from teaching, I have to walk Reggie the moment I get home or not at all, for if I allow myself to linger in my warm and welcoming apartment, I’ll never want to leave. By the time Reggie and I return from a quick walk, all I want is to lock the door behind us, put on pajamas, and curl up for the night with a blanket and a book, my body believing it’s bedtime even though the clock says it’s barely 7pm.