Up before the alarm. A good trend.

Day four.

I light a fire in the dark, in the silence.

This situation suits me best.

I see her text. I guess I don’t need to hesitate to pick up the phone anymore. We can keep that part of the routine.

Am I in the post-season depression stage of the year?

Why am I even on this call?

I should say “no,” but I’m going to talk with him about it anyway. Because besides feeling like I don’t have enough time, I feel unqualified, and I should question that feeling.

The chicken has no flavor.

Just take a shower.