Measured

It was measured, her day - in all of the ways that it could be: by cups, by clock, by customers served. She took doses, breaks, feedback, and no end of shite from a world that had grown increasingly boring and stressful since she moved away from family and into ... what? A better life? "This is NOT The Fool's journey," she said, sipping her wine and staring down the cards (seeing no easy answers). "It's a fool's ERRAND." She laughed although nothing in particular presented itself as funny, and decided to go to bed early. She would make life decisions in the morning, but now was a time of dreaming. As Red readied for rest, she sighed with relief. The minute she shut her eyes, she was back on the forest path, really living, surrounded by wolves.