Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Seventeen.
Why did I think a 7 a.m. appointment was a good idea?
This has to be it until I can come up with another plan.
I tell him that the word that comes to mind is “stunted”.
“Conversations can happen in stages.”
It’s a little early for a bag of Gardetto’s.
Why do I feel like she’s not listening? She is focusing on one thing and adding in the other details. She must be a newer doctor.
I just have to ask.
I tell him that I just want to make some focaccia.
Well. I was going to come anyway.
Affirmations from the universe.