Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Seven
Another log.
He says something about us not having a good night's sleep. No, not for me. Not for me.
It says it’s only 72 in here, but it feels like 82.
Smooth electronica and the sound of woodpeckers knocking against the side of the building.
I think I might be able to walk to work when the weather is better - but before rattlesnake season.
I’m sold already, even though I know he’s trying to sell me. This is the right time. B.A. and A.A.
My face.
This is hard, but we’ve done hard things, which means we can do harder things.
Deja vu.
This must be the year of the 3-2 zone.
