Is ninety-nine a special number? Is that feeling of near-completion, of being on the brink of change, the cusp of something new actually there? Is it a trait in the number we notice, or is it a trait we've assigned to it because 100 is next?
Huh. I can't not try. I can't just not go, not make a decent attempt. Because that is surrender. That's admitting I was wrong, have been wrong this whole time. Which is false.
The snow is saving my ass right now. And the rain is just. It feels like everything is on hold right now.
We made it through a rough patch. Or maybe it was just rough to me, but I made it through without mishap. And in the right direction.
I'm going to buy footie pajamas today.
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