Okay.

Very dark. A group of 13-year-olds with no real direction from the teacher. It will work itself out, I suppose.

When I see the bleachers set up, that’s when I know this pet parade is a big deal.

One of the best decisions I’ve made since living here.

We could offer feedback, but then again, we will never have to do this again.

So tired.

Another one of those empty-nester kind of nights. A split of tomatoes and burrata, steak frites, and a bottle of Burgundy.

These kids never cease to amaze me. Watching them grow in their skills and ability, as well as their confidence on stage over these years is quite a gift.

Big moon.

I already know I need one more day.