Cold, cold, cold.

Grateful for a slower start to the morning.

Too much coffee?

The changing color of the light as the morning hours pass.

I remind myself that the only person I can control is myself. Others’ emergencies do not belong to me. I can choose to move slowly, deliberately, without apology. I can set boundaries.

More potatoes for lunch.

Going with the flow.

The gift of more time.

I show him the email. He reads it the same way I do. “I knew this was going to happen. But you see, it’s so hard for a man to have a woman tell him what to do.”

Manage expectations.