Ten. Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Sixty-Five
Clean windows on a rainy morning.
Deep breaths.
I am quiet during the first part of the game, but it’s hard to stay quiet.
After the three-point loss, she reminds the team to stay positive and think of all they accomplished over the weekend. That’s the right attitude.
I walk back to the car and think about this transition. About how yes, I feel quite certain it must happen. And yes, I’d like for it to be sooner than later. But I’ll slowly add in more and more where I can.
I didn’t even know we had a boba place in town.
Reflection.
It takes me only about 90 minutes to finish them. No perfect, but good enough to give me back my mornings.
Cyclic insomnia.
Or maybe it’s that she accidentally gave me regular coffee instead of decaf.
