Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Forty-Nine
These weights are heavy. My breathing is loud.
Deep sigh.
Several cups of decaf coffee and probably not enough water.
A campus tour is never as good as it could be when it’s cloudy. But still, not a bad place. Lots of trees. A rock-climbing wall.
We let the two of them walk ahead, side-by-side. They’re talking. Who knows what it’s about, but it doesn’t really matter.
They tell us that our order isn’t ready, and I turn around and say I’m sure it’s not when one car orders 50 nuggets.
Who is not saying the thing?
It’s always about managing up.
He brings it up again, and my feelings about it all resurface once more.
Carrot cake and a cup of decaf.