Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Eight
Less foggy, but just as cold.
Door-dashing coffee to the office.
But do I really want to be there?
A text trying to give me a scouting report that I don’t need because I do my own.
She says that maybe we’re overdoing it with the activity. But the fear of falling out of habit is a real thing.
Observing and sucking on a Tootsie Roll pop.
Thank goodness for heated stadium chairs.
Chicken noodle soup in the cold.
2-0. 2-1. 2-2. 3-2. Uh-oh. 3-3. Oh, thank goodness.
Classic.