Is it really going to get done today?

There is only one sock. Where is the other sock?

I am late for the meeting because I was in another meeting and I can’t help but laugh.

I tell that I’m glad it sounds like I know what I’m talking about because I’m not entirely sure. I tell her that the trick is to just speak with conviction as men do. They don’t ever worry if they are not right.

She lets me vent. And I am grateful for that.

I get myself a kids pb and j and sit outside at the park in the sun.

Another Zoom from the car, balancing one phone in a cupholder and trying to get directions to the softball field with the other phone.

I forgot about the air conditioning.

I tell her that I just don’t feel like myself. How I haven’t made the bed in weeks. How the hallways are lined with piles of clothes. She tells me that I am the fourth woman who’s said something like this and she is also feeling like this and we decide that it’s no coincidence.

I settle in for the long night.