Friday morning. 7:48 AM.
I’m pulling into the parking lot at work. It’s 14 degrees. Slush and puddles fill the parking lot. The ground is covered with snow. I have a long day of teaching ahead of me.
I receive this text from my friend and former boss who is now retired. It reads:
Teeing off in one hour.
It was accompanied by this photo.
He doesn’t mean to crush my spirit, but he does.
And I think he might be doing it on purpose.
I know it’s what I would do.