This week, a woman gets stood up by a guy in New Jersey then eventually meets him in a motel: 26, in a relationship, NYC
8:05 a.m. Snooze my alarm for the first of what will be six times before I have to log on.
8:35 a.m. Send my best friend a lengthy birthday text. We’re going to dinner tonight, and I can’t wait. We’ve been friends long enough that celebrating her birthday feels like celebrating my own.
9:05 a.m. Stay tucked under my comforter while saying good morning to my boss on Teams, hoping nobody notices I’m horizontal.
10:35 a.m. Finish my first article of the day. I’m a writer and editor with a full-time gig at an online publication. I write about all kinds of things. Lately, usually Trump or another political figure saying something insane. The work is easy but exhausting.
