Donuts this morning.

He changes his mind. He will go after all.

I make the draft of the email quickly, let her know that I’m going on a walk but will be back soon.

These kinds of walks are what make me want to live on the valley floor. It reminds me of when we lived in Naperville and I would walk and walk and walk.

I keep waiting for something that will probably never come.

Adjust expectations.

Oh, no.

Snacks for the game.

“I feel like I’m in Kelseyville at Carpy Gang game.”

Two-strike hitter.

Were we ready for it to be over? Yes. But I’m sure glad we won, just so we could stick it to those awful fans.