To Marcus, for after a Sunday call
Marcus, you just hung up and I can hear the fridge and nothing else. I know that feeling. I get it every Sunday too.
Here is what I do. I wash the one mug and put it back where it lives. Then I remind myself that Thursday is already on the calendar, 8 your time, 2 mine.
You did your boss's voice tonight and I laughed so hard I scared the cat. Keep that for the rest of your evening.
Forty-one days left. I counted twice.
MAKE IT YOURS