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  • It is 11:11 am, and I am starting to see blue. The sky that was one uninterrupted canvas of gray is breaking. If it continues, and after a few days I am beginning to trust that it will, it will get harder to sit at my desk. Already, the light around me is changing.

    This Bay Area "summer" takes some getting used to, wrapped in sweatshirts and scarves. Closed shoes or sandals? Will it be colder or get warm? Do I have the requisite "layer"? I don't know how to prepare, how to equip myself to move through the day. A New York City summer brings enveloping heat, with 8 million people rushing and brewing in 90-plus-degree temperatures. The heat is an inconvenience but I know what to do, how to be, how to dress. No matter the heat, I keep it moving, grateful for the longer days where I can cram more into the calendar.

    On the other coast, it is taking me a minute to slow down. I have to relearn working from home, punctuating my mornings by brewing rather than buying coffee, checking off tasks in my pjs, moving distraction to focus at my own pace. I'm a little suspicious of a day with so much white space in the calendar.

    Being away, maybe my need to do 8 million things will burn off too, along with the fog. After a few days, I am beginning to trust that it will.
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