One more day. A winning kind of day.

Everything is still so tight, but I find my balance. Find the drishti.

Maybe it’s just time for a little bit of tough love.

I see him down on the third base line, talking, walking. Looking a little bit better than before.

Not going to stress about it today. I can relax, too. I can smile.

It won’t be easy, but it is possible. But that’s like anything in life.

Third place! Back-to-back tournaments, back-to-back 3rd places wins. This is a big deal, a very big deal.

A perfect night for beef stroganoff.

I read the email. Do we need any more signs?

Bed.