Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Seventy-Eight
Monday, Monday, Monday.
We settle for our 12-minute call.
How embarrassed I will be to be associated with this now.
I step outside to get my water bottle. The sun is bright, the air is crisp, and the breeze is cold.
The only thing about being in the office is too many snacks: Danish butter cookies, Hersey nuggets, sour cream and onion chips.
The theory is that if they can see it, then maybe they will better understand it. And then, maybe they will make different choices.
We walk back to the gym, and she says she’s excited. I’m excited, though I feel as though I must always temper my excitement should that excitement make everyone else nervous. But this is a different team. A better team. A winning team. And if nothing else, we will definitely not lose by 46 points again.
Did they really just do that? They really did. A little thing that is a big thing. It's amazing what a little bit of focus can do.
High fives all around.
Driving in the car with two baguettes balancing on the center console.
