To Do List

Sleep has been quite elusive ’round these parts for weeks under a generous definition of slumber, and months/years under an even more expansive definition.  Thus, the mental to-do lists have really ramped up their late night visits.  On Monday evening, I vaguely register some sort of message to confirm that Nate has received his new All Stars uniform in time for the tournament this Saturday.

Racking my brain… I remember I ordered it when we were in Hawaii.  And I know we do not have a package or a post office slip.  I text our team manager— what does the package look like and was it coming directly to us?  She tells me it’s a white Amazon-looking bag and forwards me the site where I ordered it.  There’s a tracking number.  It says it was delivered to my front door on Friday.  It’s Monday almost Tuesday.  I go to bed.  This is a problem for another day.

I wake-up in the middle of the night and add to my mental to-do list: Uniform over the hill?

My neighbors said the storm on Saturday night was the windiest they can ever remember.

The next morning I present my hypothesis to Uncle Geoff and send him over the side of the mountain in his Crocs.  He comes trudging back up from deep in the woods with a small propane tank, an old porch pillow, and a package of brand new All Stars jerseys.

Night.

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