I make it through, then finally sit back around nine pm with a groan and my head aching. I didn't mean to work so long, but given the fact this was my first day back since being in Florida and tomorrow is Saturday, meaning I’m off work, I just wanted to catch up with as much as I can. My back is sore and stiff, my neck hurts, and I feel like I’m eighty-two. When I push to my feet and my knees pop in disapproval, loudly enough that I’m sure the entire neighborhood can hear my crispy-crunchy joints. “Gosh, you’re a catch, Kai,” I tell myself as I head into the kitchen.
