The bus to the airport is quiet.
Me
Rough one tonight
Mackie
I saw
I’m sorry
Me
Not your fault
Mackie
how are you?
Me
Fine. Didn’t play.
Mackie
that’s not what I asked
Me
I hate watching us lose and not being able to do anything about it. Hate sitting there knowing exactly what adjustments to make and having zero power to make them.
Mackie
I know
when do you land?
Me
1am probably
Mackie
too late to see you?
Me
Never too late
Mackie
careful. I might take you up on that
Me
I’mcounting on it
She ends up not coming over, she tells me to get some rest and I’m disappointed but she’s right, I’m exhausted and wired while my head still runs game on a loop.
