Still dark.

What’s the first thing on the list?

She texts me a picture of a coffee pot and I am on my way.

Coyote medicine.

I tell her that I could almost cry because now I know that I am not the only one. It’s really not just me.

I take a peek at the scoreboard between quarters and nod my head. This is a close game.

So much gratitude.

The first thing she says to me is, “when are we moving to the floor?”

Hair day.

Something needs to change.