MLK Day. He chipped away at the blocks on the back wall and boulders. His steady rhythm sounded through the hall with Sam and Gavin close behind. Max belayed and drove in the car then veggie tray, cookies, sloppy joes, water, chips, buns, and more cookies for team dinner. They were too full to skate afterward. In practice the pucks are flying so he took them around the rink and into the next session over several times until they tired of the shooting and skating and I asked Max's friend to bring him home. Work. 6am.
