Good meeting.

This morning, I woke up late, completely unaware that the clocks had been set ahead by one hour the night before. It was a jarring realization that set the tone for the rest of the day. In a frantic rush, I scrambled to get Joan out of bed and fed, realizing I was already behind schedule. I had planned to Skype with Michal at 11:00 AM, but because my time was still 10:00 AM, I had to adjust everything. Our usual two-hour chat had to be delayed, and I ended up canceling the second hour entirely to ensure I could make it to my next appointment.

The reason for the time crunch was an upcoming meeting with Garrett at 1:30 PM, which left me with no time to waste. After finishing my call with Michal, I was back at it, hastily preparing Joan to go outside for a visit to the Cat Cafe. Time was flying by, and I was feeling the pressure.

We finally made it downtown, and, to my relief, I found a parking spot relatively close to the cafe. I pushed Joan in her wheelchair, maneuvering through the bustling streets, eager to get inside. Just as we arrived, Garrett showed up, and together, we helped Joan navigate the five stairs leading into the cafe. It was a bit tricky, but with Garrett’s assistance, we made it.

Inside, I placed our order—two coffees and two pieces of cheesecake for Joan and myself. The total came to 72 PLN (about $17). The coffee was surprisingly good, better than I had expected, even more so than what we typically get at Sowas. The cheesecake portions were not only generous but also absolutely delicious—rich, creamy, and the perfect indulgence.

Garrett, meanwhile, went for two poached eggs with toast and tea. He also ordered a glass of Polish wine, which he claimed was very good—something I’d have to take his word for, as I wasn’t in the mood for wine today. We spent the next couple of hours chatting, sharing stories and laughter, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the cafe.

Eventually, the time came to head back. After a satisfying afternoon, we all parted ways, returning to our separate homes, each with our own thoughts and memories of the day.