Another gray start to the day.

“Look! There are people in there!”

I look down and see the screenshot. Is it crazy that I am seriously considering it?

He says that he could tell by the tone of my voice that I’m irritated. It’s just that I want them to figure out how to have a bone in their body.

The hours are slipping away. All I can do is surrender to the passage of time. Today. Always.

A new driver. She’s a happy, kind one, too.

What could we have done differently to have a more desirable outcome?

Laughter in the locker room after a weird, long week. That’s all I really want.

Turns out I’m missing a really great game.

A cheeseburger at midnight before heading to the hotel because even though I’m too tired to eat an entire meal, I know I need something. I can feel my stomach growling. Can I get at least two hours of sleep before that 3:30 a.m. shuttle?

No contact solution. No contacts.