Only Thursday.

But better than yesterday.

The gift of a white orchid on the desk. The soft morning light. Shoes immediately off. Taking it slow.

I find the pitcher and fill it all the way up. I must have left m y water bottle in the stands.

Where is the sun?

If nothing else, there are the relationships that one develops in this role.

Where are my cards?

I worry about the numbers.

Macaroons for the walk back home.

Maybe I just need the space.