Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Sixty-Six
I can do it.
The challenge of something new. The way the body shakes. The way the mind needs to focus.
Losing time while trying to find what has been lost.
Tumeric latte and a frittata. She says she’s been trying to catch my eye. Wants to understand how I got my hair this way. And where do I live? Here. Yep. Here.
Remembering to put the chicken into the Instapot for tacos.
Last year? A wonder we lost by only 13 points.
I tell him that I think tonight I might need to break my caffeine fast. “If I’m asking them to have energy, I need to bring some energy, too.”
I turn on my 90’s and 2000’s alternative playlist and sip on a dirty chai while setting up the gym. “11 a.m.” by Incubus. Pushing the switch to raise the backboards.
A lot of smiles and laughter. I don’t stop the conversations. This is good. Let it carry.
31-28. A few more minutes to go. I think we’re going to do it. I think it’s going to happen.
Now, tomorrow, we can really party.
