A made-up morning at 41
Third night of waking at 3 a.m. this month. A hot face in a cold meeting room. Two lost words in one sentence. Each feels too small to mention.
So it gets one tap each: Poor sleep, Hot flash, Foggy, saved with a date and time. Three weeks later, the list isn't small any more.
The appointment is ten minutes long. The one-page brief says: main concern, three questions, the notes she chose. Small notes add up to a clear story.


