Second day. Let’s try it again.

Extra time.

Customary cup of coffee for morning drop off even though I know I won’t drink any of it.

“Create the structure you need.”

I can barely keep my eyes open. I am alone in the office. I turn on her yoga playlist and contemplate laying on the floor until the next person comes in.

I remember there is something to look forward to today.

I’m glad it’s not just me.

Vietnamese chicken salad, but where is the chicken? At least there is a breeze.

A sign of hope? Maybe?

The second agreement: Don’t take anything personally.