Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & One

1. Still so dark but someone is up. I hear the alarm for the door.

2. She’s already downstairs. Getting in her steps. Oh man, they are all very serious about this.

3. Big pot of coffee. Leftover roasted potatoes. I want some kind of aioli…something herby or spicy. There’s no ketchup so I settle for Grey Poupon.

4. Week four.

5. Not feeling so good but how is a gourmandise supposed to cut out all of the good stuff?

6. He’s standing there as if he wants to say something to me. I just smile and keep riding and singing.

7. She’s literally glowing, beaming. I can’t help but smile.

8. I hold the phone to my leg while I ride the bicycle so that it counts the steps. Seven Dua Lipa songs and one Katy Perry for good measure. The equivalent of almost 4,000 steps.

9. Yeah, something has to change.

10. Another red flag warning.