Today.

Make the list. Make the coffee. Make the breakfast.

I move the desk to the edge of the deck and set myself up there. Birds and blowers and quiet thuds.

Signs are everywhere when your eyes are open.

Who is this guy? I google him so that I can avoid him in the future.

Doesn’t matter. Gratitude any way.

Can you become friends with all of your club members? This is the sweet part of the job - getting to know people and their families and their work and their lives. I miss the people part of it all.

Baseball practice. And softball game. And baseball practice.

Gott’s. Of course.

Too, too late.