Why did I pick this one?

The sky is a weird color: blue and pink and orange. Like a fire sky.

He asks me if I felt the earthquake. No, but I never do. Then I hear the alerts for tsunami warnings. Seven-point-somethings are not small at all.

Hanger steak and french fries and a glass of wine for game-day lunch.

It feels like this is more complicated than it needs to be.

I know why she’s calling.

“…. We are ourselves good fortune.”

Exactly what we needed. Maybe we found the right words to unlock it.

Snapped the streak. Finally.

Back at it tomorrow.