Sunday: 3:30 am The little one tousled in bed before he sat straight up and said, “Eat. Tacos. Cheese. Tomatoes.” His cravings were serious. An hour later, he fell asleep, tacoless. Coffee, writing, yogurt, groceries with the boys, tea, noodles. Then I read this, “Someone will remember us, I say, Even in another time” — Sappho, translated by Anne Carson and I couldn’t help but think of the possibilities.