At 7:53am the intercom from downstairs buzzes. "Yes?" "Qdelivery." I had sold two separate items on Facebook and they were being picked up. One lady told me they'd pick up between 10am and 7pm. The other from 2-3pm. He was there to pick up both. Before 8am. I wasn't ready.
As I type this, it's one of my "witching hours" on the afternoon of Day 2. Happy Hour. For the last month or maybe more, Jay and I have been having a drink... or two... together at 4pm. It's been really lovely. We chat, we relax, we make all the decisions we've had to make over the last six weeks.
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