Ten.Two Thousand & Eight
Missed alarm.
He bargains for a few more minutes.
Shorts because it’s a work-from-home day, and I plan on sitting outside somewhere at some point.
I tell her she is my scheduled fun for the day. We catch up quickly on life and then talk about scents and smells, and then reminisce about Fever Dreams. Something is coming, it may not be exactly that, but it’s coming.
Salad and a berry freeze. I stretch my legs out on the bench in the sun.
“I love living in California.”
Are these the problems I want to be solving?
I try to work from the gym, but the hotspot is so slow. So slow. And so I take it as a sign to just stop working.
They say that between them, they shot 1400 shots. High-percentage shooting, they say. It’s always easy when there’s no defense.
Last home game of the softball season. Just one more to go on Thursday. It’s been a long season.
