Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Eighty-Seven
Fruit day.
I arrive a little early, but they’ve already begun. Stack of half-ton bins filled with Merlot. It is still foggy and cool. I look at each station. I can do that and that and that. Could there ever be a time when I can do any of it again?
Eating tacos with her inher office. A familiar space. It feels good to be back in here again.
I tell her that I just don’t have the same sense of urgency as everyone else. That could be a good or a bad thing.
Everything is a choice.
I can feel the difference.
Maple walnut fudge.
It is only natural to think back and wonder what could have been done differently. But then, you wouldn’t be you if you hadn’t done what you had done. And a new you would require new choices, new ways of being and doing.
The time passes anyway.
Stacking the week with friend dates was a great idea.
