We find ourselves at a diner in San Francisco during a break of an atmospheric river. There are plexiglass dividers between booths — remnants of the most recent pandemic. Only a handful of folks are having breakfast this Monday morning, but those panels of plastic provide some small sense of comfort.
The pinnacle of this trip was to be a wedding, but now it will be a celebration of life for Casey’s best friend.
We order too much food and consider the days ahead, leaving space for shifting plans.