Turtleneck weather.

I tell her that maybe I should stop making my appointments with her right before I go to work.

But the extra things I do are the things that feel purposeful and excite me. But I know what she means. She means I need to do less.

I ask her for a few masks before we get back in the car. He slides into the back seat and apologizes. Thank goodness we got those shots.

This might have actually been productive.

The rooms are non-refundable. And who’s going to take the stats? Might as well make the best of it. Daydreaming about coffee overlooking a stormy sea.

Hot tea all day. Cold, cold, cold.

Four days.

Someone has removed the rumble strips.

Orange and brown and yellow leaves scattered about. Rock walls and sandy dirt and pits in the pavement. Evening light dappling the vines below. One burst of red tucked between rows and rows of leaves.