It’s his last day. I feel a wave of sadness.

I eat a baked potato and listen to the podcast while the rest of the house is still sleeping.

I gently shake him awake. He turns his head and whispers that he wants to stay home today. I don’t mind.

I turn onto Main Street and put my hands in my pockets. No keys.

Sweaty.

I think I’m being diplomatic. Five years ago, I would have rolled over and given in. As a leader of my team, isn’t it still my responsibility to do what I believe is in their best interest?

Nap.

But really, I think I need to make this macaroni and cheese.

The Matrix Ressurections.