4:00am.

I remember that I need to be there extra early for a call before the call.

They’re not even here.

I open the window; he thinks I just have the setting wrong. I let him “fix” it. He returns with his infrared thermometer and points it at the vent. He makes a face.

I can’t leave.

I run downstairs and ask her to bring me back a lunch, too. I start eating potato chips during the call because I can’t hold out any longer.

Farmstead for drinks at 4pm? Yes, please.

I remind myself that I have Friday off.

She asks me where I’ve been. I’ve been quieter than usual. The thing is that there is so much

Where has all the time gone?