Well-rested.

I realize that there is a scheduling conflict which means that I have to miss them today. How did I miss that little detail?

I get the big Bialetti out and grind the Coltrane because I feel like one very good cup of coffee. Boiled eggs and beet horseradish. Should have made bacon.

I remind him that my beer class starts today and how I was reading the book and seeing similarities to wine and how I’m excited to learn a little bit more. Beer is also cheaper.

Happy to see so many of us on the call for this. So grateful that Mike put this together. So grateful to have space in my schedule to study this.

Maybe too much coffee?

I stay outside and finish my work. The warmth of the sun. The scent of cigar smoke coming over the fence. Voices between my ears, fingers trying to keep up with the words.

I stop mixing the sauce and walk over to the desk, grab a pen and a yellow pad and scribble down the sentence. And then three more. And then two more after that. There is the last line and the start of the piece.

I can hear music. I’m tucked away in the office. It sounds like a party. I roll my eyes but the music is good. I step outside to figure out where it’s coming from.

“They say that if you’re saying stuff on the internet and you don’t make at least one person mad, then you’re not really saying anything important.” We laugh.

Oh, but, the lesson in this is that I still care too much. Is that a thing?

“When will I learn to love being disliked?”