Page 16 of Day One

Drew: Yep, I keep digging us into a sadder hole. Not my intention, I swear.

Me: It did release right when Katrina happened, so at least I know why I thought that. But look at what I found! You’re not the only one who put the song to what’s happening now!

I send him a parody song that someone did—“Wake Me Up When Corona Ends.”

A few minutes later, he responds.

Drew: Nice! #greatminds

Me: I love that you sent me a song though. This came across my playlist as I was cleaning this morning. With what’s going on, it made me pause and take it in.

I send him “Come Around” by Papa Roach. He doesn’t respond, and I hope it’s because he’s watching the link I sent him.

Drew: Now, that’s a cool video.

Me: I love how music can heal people like that.

Drew: Absolutely.

I send a meme I saw about artists that says,Next time you think being an artist isn’t a real career, try to live through this quarantine without music, books, movies, and porn.

Drew: Porn?

Me: Ha! Yeah, I guess that’s considered an art now. ;-)

Drew: So, I was thinking … I’m about to go for a run. I have a key to access the track at the high school. It’s about eight feet apart if you stay on the inside and I stay on the outside, so we should be fine. How about you join me?

A sharp laugh escapes my lips.

Me: What is this “run” word you say? I’ve never heard of such a term. Let me go look it up in the dictionary. Hold, please.

Me: Ha! Just looked up the definition. Yeah, that’s something I definitely don’t do.

Drew: Ha-ha-ha. Come on. Join me. I’ll make it worth your while. ;-)

Me: Winky face? Worth my while? I’m listening.

Drew: The sun is out today, so there’s a chance I’ll get hot and have to take off my shirt.

Me: Go on.

Drew: I’ve been told I have quite the abs. What do people say, washboard?

Me: I’m envisioning it … I’m off the couch, but I’ll need more to actually get out of my PJs.

Drew: What if I dropped down and did push-ups every time you wanted to stop running?

Me: I’m starting to change …

Drew: I was going to wear basketball shorts, but I do own a pair of gray sweatpants that I hear many girls swoon over.

Me: I’m running out the door!

Drew: <3

Me: Fine. Where should I meet you?

Drew: Pull into the back parking lot. You’ll see my car parked near the gate. I’ll have it open and ready for you to enter. Then, just walk to the track.