Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Thirty
Is it Friday yet?
Something is different about the light. Ah. They are gone now; no more glow from their deck.
I finish my bracket just in time.
There is something about this that I like. Can I make it a regular part of my routine?
The way I am avoiding my emails these days.
As they relay the story, I feel even more of my energy leave my body. There are two things that give me pause which ultimately lead me to realization that there is no trust. So where do you go from there?
We end with three runs scored. They have it in them.
He says something about a smoked brisket, and I’m a definite yes. “There’s no vegetables,” he says.
The kind of madness you’re looking for in March.
I can’t believe I missed the first day of spring.