Finally Friday.

So dark. I start the coffee, make more than I need. I hope he wakes up soon. He said he would get donuts.

Quiet.

We can’t agree on a song and so we ride in silence.

I agree with him We do need a plan. But I can tell he’s freaking out which is making me freak out and I am already freaking out. What the hell, 2020? New job, lost job, pandemic, so much uncertainty. I tell him to go for a long bike ride.

Whole body is so tense.

“The Job. The Career. The Calling.” He says that one is not necessarily better than another. I know where I am on the continuum and I know I need a shift.

Never again.

Not the Marshall.

I could be okay with it.