Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Ten
It finally feels like a fall.
Finally. Friday.
Last test done. Six more hours done. I decide to count how much I complete instead of counting how many more hours are left. The amount of time it takes doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I’m doing it.
Cold potato and leek soup, shrimp risotto, poached nectarines with cream and ginger crumble—I should learn how to make ginger crumble.
I sit and stare through the trees on the street below. It feels peaceful right here, right now.
It’s only a 45-minute drive. What a relief.
I do love the silhouette of mountains in the distance.
The first Friday night football game that feels like football season. There is just enough chill in the air, but it’s not too cold and not too damp. The smell of burgers and hotdogs and tri-tip.
Can’t watch this field goal attempt.
9-7 win. And done well before midnight this week. Early to bed.
