Ten.Two Thousand & Ninety-Nine
Work-from-home Monday. No coffee.
But I think about her being in the office all alone, and I wonder if it’s a good idea after all - even though I know it’s better for me mentally.
Something must change.
He asks me about my list blogging. I tell him I’m just on an Instagram break, but it’s here. It’s always here. I sometimes forget how many people read this thing.
It’s the season of football hoodie. But the hood is not up anymore. Things are changing.
I can’t tell them what my real plans are for the day.
11? What happened to 17? His answer is logical: there is no 17 in any other sport he plays. So 11 it is? Eleven it is.
She calls me and tells me things that also make me concerned, but my job is to try to maintain a sense of calm. What I really want to tell her is that it’s time to run.
He (rightly) tells them I’m unavailable for more volunteer positions.
The Mandalorian lego is done! And it shoots projectiles.
