Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Nine
Yeah, I’m still going to walk. But slowly, this time.
Wishing it was a fireplace kind of morning.
Party stuff.
She asks me how the week is going. “Do I have a Christmas tree yet? Nope. So that’s how it’s going.”
Red wine everywhere.
Be encouraged.
Fearless action.
But close out on the shooters, please.
A birthday three.
70-33. Streak broken.
