I really should get out of bed. But then again, no school drop-off this morning. Plenty of time.

The sound of the rain on this metal roof is one of my favorite things about this house. I don’t want to get up.

I am only here because of the party and because I know it will be the last one I’ll be invited to, and that makes me a little sad.

I keep the window open just a crack and listen to the rain fall.

Why does he always ask me what I think is difficult or feels hard? My answer is always the same: nothing is hard; it’s just unclear.

Another YETI!

Maybe I should have let her foul out.

I don’t think I can scream anymore.

I look more closely in the window and see his face smiling back at me. I walk myself over to the passenger side and get in. “It’s raining,” I say. “I know, I know. Drive more slowly.”

I tell him that I want to look at it this way: when we play our best, we can beat anyone.