Yes, today was a pretty alright day. She got on the plane and I ran 11 miles. It feels good to have your own space to move around in.
Tonight we went straight to the Detour in Southport. Dad joked about drinking from the bucket and laughed. I laughed and he laughed harder.
After most of the yacht rock was gone I sat around and listened to Hey Ya, Yet Again, and Tiara Thomas's hit.
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