Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty
No Zero Hour.
I remind myself that I’m moving slowly because I only slept for three hours the night before.
I feel weird about all this bread being exposed, but I order myself a morning bun anyway.
Desk move day.
Before I get out of the golf cart, we talk about how hard it is to be a parent.
More sun. More sun. More sun.
What in the world is happening here?
L-shape for the win. I might sit down more now. “Office is looking nice,” he yells down the catwalk.
As much of a mess as I thought it would be.
“I won't say I'm no better than anybody else, but I'll be danged if I ain't just as good!”
