I know, I know—
        yesterday vanished without permission.
        A whole rotation of the planet,

        and I couldn’t muster a single poetic sigh.

Blame it on:
   - A blog post eating my brain for breakfast,
   - A transactional outbox pattern that consumed the rest by lunch,
   - Asynchronous texts that felt like quiet nods across a crowded room,
   - A daughter who borrowed my glasses and left me squinting at the screen.

Or maybe blame it on sports—
   My Rangers went down (of course your Cards did that),
   Dodgers absolutely stomped the Yankees (18-2, baseball mercy rule, anyone?),
   Braves quietly took care of business,
   Pacers putting the Knicks to sleep (4-2, it wasn’t even close).

And now—
    Finals approach,
    Pacers vs Thunder…

    It’s time to pick sides,
    sizing each other up from a distance,
    ready to root just to tease,
    argue over meaningless fouls,
    cheer louder just to win a grin…

    betting drinks on who flinches first.

But yesterday?

Call it a Skip Day.
A Tj rain check.
A pause between stanzas.

Not an apology—
    more of a shrug,
    a guilty smirk,

    a tangle of cluttered ramblings to make up for lost time.

You, recovering in a (finally) beautiful-weathered Atlanta.

Me, battling in technical trenches.

Both of us quietly bored, waiting for the other’s next word—

Yesterday: paused.

Today, we press play.