4:00am. I want to go back to sleep, but I know I won’t.

I missed the fog.

Today feels like a good day for a full pot of coffee.

Gratitude.

He says my poker face was really bad today.

Too many tacos, if that’s such a thing.

Boy, am I procrastinating today.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited about today’s game.

We sit in the car, so I have wi-fi to keep writing, but then we just talk about hypothetical situations, and I do not reach the goal before the game, but maybe it was a fruitful conversation.

A win. A lost voice. Another late night.

After July, some things have to change.