Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Ninety-Two
No sounds of birds. No sounds of the goats either.
Still a little bit of a headache and a little bit of nausea, but I’ve gotta get there.
She reminds me that I don’t have to treat them all the same, especially if they don’t really deserve it.
A quiet drive through the country up to Healdsburg.
He makes me believe that he can do it.
The first 7-on-7. It’s almost football season, which means it’s almost time for school to begin again.
A cool breeze in the shade.
I keep thinking of this phrase she said. “So many are coaching through their traumas.” So many also managing through their traumas.
Sheet pan ravioli.
He’s right. It’s probably not a good idea.