Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Sixty-Nine
Begin sooner.
Slower pace today, but every step counts.
I forget that I still have my mouth guard in when I part my lips to say “good morning.”
I really want a coffee. A regular one. I settle on a decaf Americano. She gets up from the table to ask me how the team is doing and how she’s sad he will be going to a school that is so much farther away.
He said Gott’s is like a park, so that is where we go.
Home.
One of those games where it just feels hot. And on these lower seats, the speakers feel like they are right above your head, which makes all the walk-up songs ring in your ears.
Boo crew.
Two short papers to go.
Turn off the alarm.
