Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Thirty-Three
Slightly warmer day.
Decaf with a little bit of almond milk.
She says “third eye” and I know she is my kind of person.
I tell her it just feels good to know that it’s not just us feeling this way.
Conversations like these.
I tell her I feel like I’ve done something wrong even though I know I haven’t done anything wrong.
No saws or beeping cherrypickers today. Light work for them. Light work for me.
Unnecessary drama of it all.
Pulled pork, macaroni and cheese, coleslaw. He’s going to miss team dinners when the season is over. Can’t beleive the season is almost over.
Halloween Baking Championship.
