Ten.Two Thousand & Ninety-Six
Friday from home.
This feels more like it.
I make a coffee that I don’t drink. That short little stint is over.
I gather the data and get excited about what we might be able to do with this information. If only I could do more of this.
What am I doing this weekend? Going to football practice.
There are things that just don’t make sense, and maybe it’s not my job to make it all make sense.
I miss this.
I am tired. Too tired to do all of the things I meant to do after the “real” work. I remind myself that it is okay to rest.
Tomorrow.
I know what I need.