Long Drives and Long Runs-Hat Race
I thought he had already left for work. I went into our bedroom, and shut the door. We were both surprised when he found me, on the floor, in child pose. M: “What the hell are you doing?” E: “I’m just trying to figure out how to get it all done” M: “Tiggs, you’re exhausted. You know you can sit this race out. We kinda like having you around here, anyway.” E: “No. I’d feel worse if I missed it. Besides, there are lots of people more busy than me. I just need to re-focus.” M: “You’re kidding, right? You are human, you know…” I didn’t see him again to the end of the school day, when I was leaving work. M: “Basehart! You going or what? E: “I’m still not sure. I have to go home, finish that paper, check in on Nat and make sure she is set for when I’m gone, start the laundry, make a few phone calls, pack, and hop on the bike for a half hour to loosen up my legs.” M: “Yeah...everyone is THAT busy. I’ll see you and your Tetris mind on Sunday.” And,