Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Fifty-Eight
A Wednesday that feels like it should be a Friday.
I sit down at the table and start to think about where we were at the end of last season and what we’ve already done. Do they believe me now? I believe it.
I take my seat at the back again. I know it’s a bad look, but the seats are just so close—to close.
Daydreams of what could be next.
Not the kind of numbers you want the day before, but we press on.
Picture day. We agree that time goes by so fast. Faster and faster every year.
A good story.
The sound of rain on the rooftop.
He tells me that he’s happy that I’m so excited about cleaning my home and sitting in front of my fireplace.
Ready.
