I picked up the phone

Friday. Danny asked if I wanted a quiet session. I said yeah. He did not push. That was worse than pushing, somehow.

Three o'clock I worked the bag. Round three, the shoulder clicked clean. No pain. Just click and done. That should be good news. It is not good news. If it hurts, I have to go. If it clicks clean, I can keep telling myself it is fine. The body is doing my job for me again.

Came home. Stood in the hall by the 2004 singlet. Just stood there. Did not touch it. Did not take it down. Taking it down means looking at the kid who wore it. I am not ready for that kid today.

Walked to the kitchen. Opened the drawer. Got the receipt. Got the phone. Picked it up. Put it back down. Did not dial.

Slot is four days away. Four days. I can do four days.

I am a coward about a phone call. That is who I am.