Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Forty-Seven
The world will not end if I miss a day.
Two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Cherries and grapes. Pretzels and goldfish. Beef sticks.
As we head out of town, five hot air balloons dot the horizon. I smile to myself. The car is quiet.
I tell them that they’ll never see the girls again in their life. They just need to learn.
Too much coffee.
I take notes in between my mandated reporter training.
But they really did mean “elite.”
STANDARDS.
Sometimes, I’m happy when this happens.
93 days.
