this morning #1810.
this morning, we got a surprise visit from our funder. while we knew that he’d be showing up at some point this week, he hadn’t said when exactly. a little after 7am, we heard the sound of his chopper approaching in the distance. as the team gathered outside to greet him, the clouds moving across the sky slowed & settled in front of the sun. i tried not to read into that too much but when the copter landed & our funder stepped out, it was hard to ignore that he looked quite ill. coughed as he walked over to us, the greyed sky behind him. bad vibes personified. beneath his breath, john asked “is he dying too?” whatever it was, he wasn’t saying. not yet, at least. he extended his hands & with great warmth exclaimed “my team!”