Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Thirty-One
D-Day.
It feels like 5 a.m., but it’s only 4.
Grateful for a little more light this early in the morning.
Underestimating the amount of time lost by all of this driving.
Trying to figure out how to receive treatments based on your potential football playoff schedule and the non-league basketball games that can be missed. Maybe this one week in late December? The sports med receptionist doesn’t seem surprised by this.
There are certain things about the suburbs that I miss.
Do I really want to go? I need to go.
They’ll come around.
Talkative today.
Dunks.
