Rooftop friends are very busy this morning.

The cool morning air, the chatter of the birds, the sound of the wind blowing through the trees.

But this sound is equal parts soothing ad anxiety-inducing.

The line is too long so I walk across the parking lot and get bag of beans from the market instead.

I am sighing a lot.

It's not just that, but everything. All of it stacked stacked together. No breathing room.

More importantly, what do I need?

Too much coffee.

Wine and Warriors.

I leave first but it is already way past my bedtime.