Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Seventy-Eight
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Five days in a row feeling like we’re on time.
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Belgian waffle with strawberries.
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The pharmacy is not open yet. We head to the grocery store for a cup of coffee. I am in my slippers. Oh well.
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Half decaf, half regular.
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Moving slowly through the work piled up in front of me. What is absolutely necessary?
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Still feeling sick.
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That slight chill in the air.
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We wind our way through Pope Valley. Dry grass and oaks, hillsides. In the distance, craggy red mountains. I had forgotten how pretty it is over here. But there is so much beauty everywhere.
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I miss the catch but watch him run into the endzone.
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A half-eaten moon floats above the gray-black silhouettes of the mountains.