Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Eighty-Two
Slow start to the Saturday.
Foggy morning coffee run.
Feeling it in every muscle.
Special delivery.
They almost got the win today. Almost.
I already know that I need one more day. How do I get one more day?
Watching videos of the water washing over the rocks. The rhythms of nature.
Traffic on the way back home. The sun is out. The mustard is blooming. And it’s a holiday weekend. A preview of what’s to come.
He says that regardless, it’s great that we are having this conversation. And then, as always, how much do I say? When will it be the right time? Probably better to say something now than later?
But I think they can handle it.
