Not already.

Always so cold by the window.

One cup and then two cups and then three cups.

The minutes of the morning are slipping through my fingers.

“I don’t know what I don’t know,” I say. And so I take more notes and get to work.

I don’t say anything because I am the newest one and I know the least. I can only respond from my gut, and my gut says that they’re not ready.

“There’s an app.”

They are unfocused and I think it’s just the change in environment. It is not the gym and therefore it does not feel like practice.

I am standing in the sun, shielding my eyes from the light, and there is a slight breeze. It almost feels like summer. In just another month we will be sunning on the deck with a glass of wine.

Dinner is late. Dinner does not have enough salt. But we eat and we talk and we laugh.