Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Seventy-Three
Today feels like a rest day.
It’s still dark when I get up, but there’s a spaciousness to morning that I miss.
I see her car and know it will be a much better day.
Team cilantro.
Devil’s advocate.
“This is why we pray to Cardi B.”
An order of fries, a double cheeseburger with no secret sauce, and one glass of Turley Zinfandel.
“I mean, look at how far this person has gotten in life. They don’t even know how to do the dishes.”
She’s got hands, too.
Usually, they need to rig this game but the Seniors have legitimately won.
