There was a time I would not be in the same place as my ex. It took more than a decade, but the relationship changed ... for the better. For more than two hours we were a little happy family, together back in Bloomfield, sipping and talking, eating and laughing. We even split the check.

Back on the bus, I am melting, waiting for sunset and cooler temps. I am doing pretty much nothing but sweating, processing, and zoning out, sometimes with the puzzle app on my phone, sometimes with Tic Tok, other times with CNN or by listening to various Solfeggio Frequencies.