Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Forty-Five
The fog this morning is extra thick, blocking out the morning light.
I hear the turkey behind me.
Identifying the block.
It’s all a choice.
But actually, I did miss seeing them in person.
I forgot my tortilla chips.
I read the summary, the analysis of her, and the situation. It makes me think of what else I need to do to prepare.
He asks me if he’s coming back. I say no. But I’ve got a good one on the line. Another really good fit.
No service in the gym. Probably for the better.
Sixty days.