We spoke this morning about business stuff, about personal stuff, and just to hear each other’s voices.
He was making breakfast . . . at 1130 am, which said he was doing as well as I. He stayed up an hour after we spoke, I was up 2 hours after that.
We’re not doing well. It’s weird and awkward and horrible today. Tomorrow, in training, will be much worse.
When I think of where we are, I have a mix of emotions, in part, because we are in a mix of places.