Never enough sleep.

Brisk air. Deep breath.

I had forgotten about the traffic. We take a roundabout way home. I wave to someone. “You know them?” “She’s the only one in town who drives that car. And I’m the only black woman who lives here. Pretty easy to recognize each other.”

She takes it easy on us, and I don’t mind.

I do what he would do. I walk the store and check the stock; out of Sauvignon Blanc, down to six bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon.

What’s for dinner?

This part is done.

Finally caught up on emails.

This would be more fun if not for the aggressive coaching.

It’s really too late to eat any ice cream.