Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Seventy
How is the alarm going off already?
Zero hours. Caffeine is a non-negotiable at this point.
I walk onto the crush pad and see the stacks of bins full of grapes. I keep myself from grabbing a few to pop into my mouth. I think about what it would be like to work a day or two of harvest. There is not enough time anymore.
Power is out on one half of Main Street so we have tacos instead - one shrimp and one carnitas.
There is still so much to be done for this project.
I think I am falling asleep in this meeting. I thought I got one of the sugary drinks but it’s just flavored water. I shouldn’t eat anymore snacks.
Purple shorts and the kind of energy you would expect from a person who wears purpleshorts.
Even just 20 minutes.
Four days.
It’s only Tuesday.
