But I’m just going to lay here a little longer.

I think about how long it will take me to get ready. I think I can stay here for 30 more minutes.

I really gotta do my hair.

My triceps hurt. Everything is tight. I try not to let that distract me from breathing.

I really need to do my hair.

Fingers cramping.

I realize that if we win tomorrow, then I have to cancel my open gym.

I tell her that I didn’t think she’d want pasta again because she’d had it the last two times she stayed with us. But at least it’s easy.

Another long day tomorrow. But it will be fun.

When will I stop feeling tired?