Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Sixty-Seven
Another misty morning.
Reverse the route.
Walking without contacts means that every squirrel on the road looks like a large rock.
I stop and get decaf because I know there is never any at these kinds of meetings.
All my notes are about basketball.
Food truck day.
Why does it have to be so hard?
But, it’s a front, right?
Win number 2!
“I can. I will. I am.”