Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Ninety-Five
He asks me if she’s here. I look at my clock and see 7:41 a.m.
But now, I can’t sleep any longer.
Santa mug + slippers + fire. There was a time when this was a daily morning routine, not something just saved for days off.
One large spoonful of sweet potato casserole.
All the space given back from the close of the semester is eaten up by tournament prep.
“Best Team Ever.”
9-8 at halftime?!
We talk about the next few weeks of basketball. Five days straight for me, three days for each of them, and then repeat.
Did I remember it all?
Sunday scaries.