Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Three
Something has got the dogs on alert tonight. They sound like they’re right outside the windows.
Finally, a cool morning.
The comfort of routine.
Two packets of applesauce and a scoop of creatine with my plate of gummy vitamins. If only there had been time to make bacon, too.
Oh, but I remember this about the morning workouts. Never feels like enough time.
Claude tells me that the first sentence of my email sounds passive-aggressive.
Gluten-free pretzels.
The first things he pulls out of the back are slices of cake.
We do the math: 7.41 years.
I will finish this.