Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Thirty-Nine
Getting faster and faster.
Popping hip sockets.
The person speaking in the clip says something I want to remember, but I’m not willing to wipe out on the rocks to write a note in my phone.
I put down the sparkling wine in order to hold something else and then forget about it. I just clink everyone else’s glass with a mug of decaf coffee.
The do the test in a dark room. Smart. I take several deep breaths.
So many plans, never enough time.
Laird Pinot Grigio and Mustard’s Onion Rings. And IG relationships taking shape IRL.
No maple walnut fudge.
I need to save my voice.
The first game of his last season of high school football.