Derik Badman's Journal

2019-08-23 08:24

It was dark this morning when I woke up, a preview of Autumn to come. Really it was just cloudy and overcast, but it felt like the sun hadn't risen yet, as if time had jumped forward a month. Individual drops of rain fell on my head as I walked to the bakery for breakfast. On my way home I was excited about something, something I had or do or see, but I wasn't sure what it was, maybe just the excitement of Friday, a slower day generally. And my game is tomorrow, which I am always both excited and trepidatious about. I love getting together with my friends, hanging out around the table, but I am also always nervous about having this level of responsibility for the management of the whole thing, even though I also think I am the only one who actually makes any judgements about that when the day is over.