Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Forty
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That was a good night of rest. Could it have been the blanket?
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I say I’m not going to drink, but I drink it anyway. I’m going to stop telling myself that I’m not going to drink it anymore.
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Cote said to think about adding in the things you want, and then, slowly, the things you don’t want will fall away.
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Juneteenth.
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We put our blanket down underneath the tree. I like it here. I’m glad we have the early game before the afternoon heat kicks in.
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Beers and baseball talk and kid talk and shared philosophies.
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The good things take time.
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A win.
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Under the weighted blanket for another nap. We both agree that the first night of sleep was exceptional. Will it continue?
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We’re both so tired. “The heat,” I say. “And life.”