Not how the day was supposed to go.

“But here we are.”

The tender colors of this morning’s sunrise.

I drive up to the cafeteria, fill up three to-go cups - two with coffee and one half-full of oat milk.

Cold.

We really do talk a lot. It’s probably best that she doesn’t live here otherwise we’d never get anything done.

Everything they are saying is everything I knew they would say and have already said. What is the compromise? How do we get to where we need to be with a sense of ease?

Yes. I think this is going to be okay.

The last home game of the year. The coldest game of the year. I will be happy to have my Friday nights back, but I will miss it.

Proud.