Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Seventy-Six
Going uphill in the weighted vest is no joke.
On the second loop, a large feather is in the path.
Twenty-six point five gallons of gas. There was literally no gas in the truck. Literally none. How did I even make it into town?
Half decaf and half caf. Green juice. Racing thoughts.
This is my favorite week of the summer. Always so good.
Ben & Jerry’s at the company picnic. Non-dairy ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.
I text him that it’s photoshoot day and that I miss him. I really do.
No. I can’t remember it all.
That’s a wrap. The best kind of work day, even though they are the hardest.
Will I even recall anything I read between the hours of 9 and 11 p.m?
