Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Sixteen
I try to ignore the turkey but he/she is so loud. Incessant. Aggressive. I am clearly supposed to get up and out of bed this morning.
Bag on my left elbow, coffee cup in my left hand, right hand with a phone up to my ear. I miss a step or make a misstep or something, and fall on my hands and knees on the stone. The housekeeper rushes over to ask me if I’m okay. The liquid I feel dripping down my finger is not blood, but coffee. I am amazed that I’m not more hurt than I am. Hikes + weight lifting = not breaking a bone today.
AG1.
I tell her it’s not my fault. I always have my hands full. Really, should always have a hand on the railing.
So many questions.
Already so warm.
I thought I’d feel it tomorrow, but I’m feeling it today.
I hear a voice over a loudspeaker and remember that it’s the day of the Forbes celebration. I consider walking down onto the greens and sneaking in, but talk myself out of it.
It’s already started.
Too hot to sleep.