Garbage trucks at 5:15am.

Marco Polo catch up.

“Dreaming of a better something…”

What time are all the meetings? First one at 9.

Making it a Wonderful Wednesday.

TV on. Supposed to be doing homework. The desks can’t get here soon enough. How many more days? I still need one for myself.

I take the meeting outside because this is the first time in too many days that I can see blue in the sky. I shiver a little bit.

Systems are so important.

Last minute dinner: skirt steak and roasted vegetables and super tiny roasted potatoes.

We could literally talk for hours. I can’t wait to have her over for dinner. This is the kind of woman I want to be with and know.