Much better.

No one understands my sense of time.

I tell him that all was fine except for the loud shower.

Plain unsweetened yogurt and fruit and granola. I am not hungry but I eat all of it.

We sit and wait.

This feels like an easy answer.

He tells me to keep an open mind. I sigh and get out of the car.

Not so easy of a choice after all.

Garlic Naan. Sidewalk conversations.

Home.

A lot of socializing for one day. I am only half-listening as I make a mental list of all that needs to be done before the end of the day.

She made the pasta and the bread. I feel lucky. I tell her so before I head up to bed.