What will today bring?

I run around to make sure the lanterns are in the bathrooms and the breakfast is almost ready. I worry about the smell of the burners for the chaffing dishes and whether the lights will go out, and how everyone will behave.

He sits me down and asks me what is going on. Did I see the email? What is happening? Did I know? He wants to know what we will do with no leadership.

They need a COVID test. Of course, they do.

We see the snake in the road.

I start to write a response that sounds like an excuse, and no one wants to read an excuse, so I just tell them that I’ll do what I can.

She wants to know if I know and if I was as surprised as she was. I was not.

Boy’s first game of Little League Tournament of Champions. Up 8-0 in the 3rd inning. Just two more runs, and then we can call this game? I speak too soon. They make a comeback, slowly, run by run. 9-7. Pitcher just needs to get through these last 3 batters. We’re at the bottom of the order. It should be easy, but anything can happen. Swing and a miss.

0-0 in the 5th inning. I missed most of the game, but not a lot of action. Saints score a run in the 6th. Then three more. 4-0. If she can just get through these last three batters, they are on to the finals. So proud of these girls.

We walk from the softball field to Gott’s where the dads/coaches are drinking beers while the kids kick up gravel. It’s chilly but not too cold. Clear sky. I am just so tired.

Why is it only Tuesday?