Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Twenty-Two
Really feeling that hour.
I want to go but know that there is too much to be done at home. And honestly, after yesterday, I probably need a day of cocooning. Then I remember all of the laundry.
You must begin somewhere.
Banging on the windows to stop the woodpeckers from forward progress.
About that laundry.
Was there ever a time when meal planning was fun?
Cornbread and butter.
Thinking about not thinking about work. There will be time for that.
The stands feel crowded, and the faces unfamiliar.
I think this is the fifth baseball/softball game for me this week. Not a complaint. More like a shocking realization.