Should have taken the day off.

No school, no morning madness.

Can I go back under the covers now?

I need two screens.

The incessant beeping of the cherry picker.

The way she makes me laugh.

Another meeting where I feel my heart in my throat. I push my index fingers into my temples. I need this to be over.

He says he can tell the coaches are angry that he’s sitting out. I tell him I’m proud of him for making a mature decision that takes care of himself. Two weeks is a blip in a high school career - in a life.

I’ll know in the morning.

Couldn’t it be easier than this?