“How are you doing?” June asks me. June is my boss. She’s in her mid-sixties, with beautiful, unapologetically grey curls. She is wearing black rectangular glasses, a white top and blue linen
The next morning is a Monday, and I wake up confused. Things feel more normal, but also… not. I get dressed slowly. Black leggings and a cozy grey sweater. Also, a sense of
When Sunday comes around I feel a bit more rested overall. I’m out on an adventure today, to see Julian, as Mara suggested. I’m only a little bit early, but ringing