Sunday: I rushed out the door after the night shift, hot chocolate, and a hope to stay awake for the drive up. Dave Matthews (still, possibly, my favorite band) Crash on the car stereo, backpack in the backseat. I teetered on the brink of sleep, leaned into watching Max for support (hoping to forgot about being tired and hungry), and watched hat tricks from a bench close to the freshly made ice. Max assisted, offered three goals to Thomas, stayed out of the box, and defense upon request. The team on the bench helped too (thank goodness for tall boys) and two hours later, we were out the door and down the hill for Downton Abbey at my Mom and Dad's.
