Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Twenty-Eight
Finally Friday.
I think I hear her playing Christmas music in the bathroom.
Lots of decaf to keep my fingers warm.
A long overdue lunch. Olivia Brion Pinot Noir. Fried olives. Gnochetti. Cookies.
How do you escape the hamster wheel?
There are still possibilities.
What if I just give them what they want instead of trying to convince them that this is what they need?
We look at each other with one of those knowing looks.
Not sure how I thought we could write on paper in the rain. This will be an even longer night.
Lights out again. Some accident somewhere this time. Almost the whole town is without power. What a way to finish up your last game at home.
So, so cold. So, so wet.
It’s almost time.
