Every now and then, I put down the pizza.
I’ll sling the soccer bag off my shoulder and think about other things. I think about more than Star Wars or disc golf. I think about more than Malin Akerman or Kesha. Real life creeps in. I think about mortgage payments and politics.
I consider the environment and high glucose readings, for instance.
And then there’s education. Always education.
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