Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Eleven
Work-from-home Friday.
Sometimes, I feel a little guilty about it.
He forgot the syllabus.
Coffee with the principal. I think the theme of the morning is “refreshing.”
What in the world is going on here?
He forgot his socks.
No, she wasn’t joking.
I had forgotten about the late afternoon sun and these metal bleachers and the unrelenting heat.
Freaking out.
It’s going to be a fun season.
