Made Sylvan before 06:30—
         flight so quick…
       they spun us once
     just to find a gate.

Pilot must’ve been as motivated as me. :)

Supply run:
       Ruby Grapefruit White Claws (for you),
                           six IPAs (for me),
              all stashed safe in the fridge
                       like future victories.

Hoofed it to Irby’s—
       sent the obligatory “I’ve arrived” pic:
       beer + laptop,
       and a sliver
       of the last rambling

       peeking in the frame.

Then I waited out the nap.
         19:36 — “I’m up!”

ETA: 21:00 for the first hug.
        (Sooner if you hurry.)
           (I hope you hurry.)

We’ve got hugs to catch,
      two Monday Night kickoffs to juggle,
                        Rangers at Astros
            with the division on a string—

                  a well-balanced evening
                on the edge of our smiles.

Tonight is simple math:
            2 kickoffs,
        1 pennant push,

        and whatever number of kisses
        fits between quarters and innings.

If the games run long,
             let them. (Sylvan is close)

If the crowd gets loud,
        we’ll match it.

I’m here,
    you’re almost here,
         and the night
 is already warming up.