A little too early.

Remember to leave in time for bottling.

He pours me a glass from the tank. So good, I could drink the whole thing, but I won’t because it’s 7:15 in the morning and I haven’t eaten breakfast today.

Better than expected.

“What?!” That’s all I can say. I think of the article I read just this morning. “What?!” I scream again.

I call her and I feel an odd calm. Maybe I’m just spinning so fast in anger that I look like I’m standing still.

And yet, here I am having to set aside this thing to work.

Their flight is booked.

I find it ironic that I just got back from vacation.

Win.