Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-Two
What if I’m remembering it wrong?
The last avocado.
Misunderstandings.
Sometimes, keeping your expectations low is a good thing. Low expectations + detachment from the outcome.
Should I or shouldn’t I? I’m running out of time to decide.
Emerging from the cellar into the bright afternoon light. I pick a bench bathed in sunlight. We take in the views as we eat our lunches.
This is a good team.
This left-hand turn off of Oakville Grade, though.
“The fit is fitting.”
Sometimes, it’s nice to have an extra voice at the table.
