So sore.

Oh yes, the booster shot.

Nerves, but for a reason.

I try to stay focused but nature is busy outside of the window: a fat gray squirrel, a finch, a broad-chested robin.

Okay. So we are on the same page.

A quiet thud. I look down and see a wasp on the slate tile beside my foot.

“Wasp tells you that there is a reason for the season. Whatever you are going through actually advances you unwittingly.”

So much potential. I feel like we keep saying that over and over again: “There is so much potential and opportunity.”

They stick around until their teammate has finished, and that means more than everything else.

I need everyone to stop talking.