Friday. I should be more excited about the weekend. I just see a very long list of things to do and very little time.

Pre-dentist nerves.

They all promise me it won’t be that bad. They’ll see me in a few weeks. She says again that it’s really not that bad. I think there must be a note in my chart about my anxiety.

No one is here. Wait. That means I have to disarm the alarm.

No. No way. I did it. I walk back to the parking lot and find a place in the sun. It’s 9:42. Someone should be here by 10. 10:15 at the latest. There was worse places to be than outside overlooking a vineyard.

Note to self: always keep your keep on you.

Answers that prompt more questions.

I’d recognize that blue hair anywhere. She says I seem different. That you can tell that I’m different since Resistance Served. 30 minutes is not enough.

If only I’d known.

They seem very nice. She reminds me of Melissa which makes me miss Fever Dreams which makes me wonder when I’ll have time again to gather which makes me wonder if I’m really doing the right thing.