It was so dark this morning the sun didn’t come up until 8 and when it did no one noticed, the rain came back. Even the bistro lights were confused (they’re on a timer), they came on thinking it was dusk. And so did I. And Charlotte had a soccer game but we were all good sports about it. She still hasn’t scored a goal, but she moved with such determination, how she looked running into the rain with her arms pumping, squinting, dribbling—and though she could not convert, how proud I was to watch. They all drove me crazy though, and I needed some alone time. I worked in the kitchen and went up to work on a deck. It felt so good to burrow into the smallness of a PowerPoint presentation. I remembered a dream I had about my old boss and it was like a tiny explosion in my gut. I held my kids’ hands in their bunk beds, gave them a pump, turned the arms back an hour and sat back down on the couch thinking, what’s next.