Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Fifty-Eight
Darn it. This was supposed to be a late morning.
I embrace the early wake-up and decide to lay in bed and watch the light filter in.
Nothing for breakfast.
Bathrooms cleaned. Floors mopped. Carpets vacuumed. Incense burning.
Raccoon.
The sun is out, but there is still a chill in the air. I lean back into my stadium seat and stare out across the horizon.
Yikes. 23-11.
We decide to make our own Sommer Spring Award: whoever has the best batting average wins.
The thing is, he is doing all of his work, so I guess it will be worth it.
Focus on Purpose.
