Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Thirty-Two
I managed to sleep.
I see blue sky, which means the smoke is blowing away from us, and that’s a good thing.
If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. And we’re not ready.
This is not the Friday I wanted for myself.
So hot.
Making notes for what next year will look like with us at the helm. Thank goodness she has spreadsheets.
TGIF.
Are we going to break the seal?
His little hands in those pink gloves catch an interception.
I can hear him talking outside of the bathroom; he is hoarse from yelling, but he is excited.