Wednesday morning was pure torture. I awoke at four o’clock, stiff as a board and aching all over. The journey from my couch to the bathroom was utter torment. By the time I got into my car at ten minutes to five, I was in anguish.
It was usually just me and the machines first thing at the gym until seven or so. I turned on the lights, TV, and some music, then checked the equipment. Moving slowly, I made sure the bathrooms were pristine and gingerly took my seat behind the desk.
Across the street, the daycare center lights were on, which meant that Gregory was preparing for the first of his little charges to arrive at six-thirty. I didn’t usually get a glimpse of him until then. I thought briefly of our lunch “date” on Thursday.
Would I be able to penetrate that thick wall of his? It wa
