Nighttime Scoreboard
I needed a proper scoreboard to track today's sprint times before turning in. After jogging inside from the chilly patio, I dragged an empty cardboard matchbox and a discarded blue crayon stub behind the soft sofa cushions. The crayon rolled away on the bumpy woven fabric, so I pinned it down with my left foot, popped the box open, and scrawled a giant '68' right across the top lid. Perfect clean finish for day one.