Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Seventy-Nine
Cold legs, hot arms.
Hurry up and wait.
Snapping pictures of flowers covered in raindrops. Sipping hot decaf from the mug while watching him remove tape from the bins. Thinking of the days when doing this was actually part of my job.
A little bit of fun.
People tell me so many things. I must have the face of someone who is willing to listen.
Marinated hanger steak risotto and Chianti Classico.
When the tourists are already drunk on tequila and then decide to drink Cabernet at lunch before doing another tasting.
Making accomodations.
99-yard interception. 7-0.
Control what you can control.
