A little cooler.

Baked potatoes and caramelized onions. No coffee. Day two of no coffee.

Most times, no one wants input. They just want to be heard.

He promises to get the work done and I believe him.

I sit on the bridge for six minutes and then realize that they must be working on guardrails on this end of the trail too. So I relax and tell myself that no one will die if I’m not on the Zoom call.

Progress.

But really, this is why we live here. There is no other place like it.

I can’t find the right temperature. Too hot in the sun, too cold in the house. I drag my laptop and water to a different part of the porch for the perfect amount of shade. A little black blizzard scurries out of my way.

The only day with no practices and no games.

No patience.