Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Twenty-Five
I remember that he has the early practice today, so I must get out of bed.
The rain has started. There’s a thin coating of wet over everything.
I already miss the sun.
The feeling of coming back to an empty house at 8 a.m. to start the day. Coffee and slippers and a an ever-growing list of emergencies to tend to.
The sound of the rain whipping against the glass.
Fried chicken and a glass of 2022 La Pelle Sauvignon Blanc on a very rainy day.
The work is to take what’s in front of you and figure out how you can shape it into something that can feed the need.
Double everything.
They all say how weird it is to see light at 7:30 at night. I say it’s exciting.
No, not Friday yet.