Thirsty

My eyes ache and I have a thirst I can't locate. I wish the last part of that was mine, but I stole it from a poem. I'm tired and there are only so many things I can do in my limited time left in California. Like sit with my mom. Find time to talk to my dad. Pack. Enjoy the sunshine and heat. (I'm not expecting any of these things to magically appear in London when I return.) I'm ready, but, man, I'm thirsty. And there are dishes to do.