Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Twenty-Three
How am I still sweating this early in the morning?
The last thing I expect to see. This little message—it’s giving me anxiety. It feels all too familiar. I try to push it out of my mind.
On the other hand, I’m inspired to write another entry on Substack.
Another class is changing terms, and the semester begins in a week.
Also, how is it already in the middle of March?
Carnitas in the park.
She says no one likes him, but that’s really not that surprising.
Something must be happening today in the NFL because my ESPN alerts are going crazy.
Roasted chicken, creamy kale, olive oil, and garlic couscous. “I don’t usually pat myself on the back,” I say. “But this is a tasty dinner.” Another reason a work-from-home day solves so many of my problems.
At least I got him talking.
