The weird thing about summer is sometimes not knowing what day it is.

I am having another coffee because it’s there and I will fall asleep if I don’t.

Just three of us for lunch at the picnic table. I try to warm my legs on the little bit of bench lit by the sun.

We laugh about Crocs and how awful they were when they originally came out. And how it’s so uncool to wear socks with them.

Snack shack garlic fries and cold ankles.

She tells me that she thinks I can do it. I almost start to say something about how many signs I’m being given from the universe.

Less. More.

Three times during warm-ups he says.

No really, I won’t have any more after today.

That full moon.