Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Five
Wednesday.
Yeti is full of coffee. She calls me before I can call her. It has been too many days since we last talked.
This doesn’t make me as excited as it probably should.
I tell her that it’s good. It’s just that I miss my friends.
It’s kind of like the old days but with way less stress.
So freaking hot.
What a weird, weird week it’s been.
These quiet car rides.
They’re saying all the right things. Hopefully, it works.
I knew the invitation to play pickleball was forthcoming.