Slow start.

Dishes. Cacao with almond milk.

Surrender.

I start to sweat by the time I am in front of the restaurant. My watch thinks I am working out.

Smartly, I get a ride back to the office.

“I miss seeing your smiling face here!” I text. I think of her every time I roll through the stop sign.

We decide that our next lunch date will be at Oakville Grocery.

Up and down and up and down and up and down.

Damp carpets. Hopefully, this does the trick.

One sleep.