Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Nine
Bacon and waffles and coffee.
I try to be quiet as I make the fire, but the roar of the gas lighter is loud. The girls start to stir.
Better today than yesterday.
“Tomorrow is Day One.”
My heart sinks a bit, but I’m not going to give up. I never do.
The answer is still the same.
He always finds a job, and I can’t imagine that playing basketball in Nice could be that bad.
Reluctantly giving away my trophy.
Finally full.
The sound of rain.
