Coffee first.

Bacon and hashbrowns in the oven.

I make a list, but there isn’t that much on it.

I am disappointed. I know the girls will be disappointed.

We head down the hill and I look out over the valley floor. The fog is dense and everything is muted and quiet. It feels like winter.

Through the screen, I can see that she is on her sofa in the living room and I am instantly transported to mornings with her and coffee. There are a few things I miss, and she is one of them.

It must be the weather.

How am I going to get these done?

Only 19 days which is not a lot of time. It is almost no time.

I think I can breathe a little more easily now.

I tell him that I’m just worried that I’ve lost my freedom.