Ten.Two Thousand & Ninety-Five
Second day. Let’s try it again.
Extra time.
Customary cup of coffee for morning drop off even though I know I won’t drink any of it.
“Create the structure you need.”
I can barely keep my eyes open. I am alone in the office. I turn on her yoga playlist and contemplate laying on the floor until the next person comes in.
I remember there is something to look forward to today.
I’m glad it’s not just me.
Vietnamese chicken salad, but where is the chicken? At least there is a breeze.
A sign of hope? Maybe?
The second agreement: Don’t take anything personally.
