Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty-Four
Icy and Hot.
Morning light. Lingering a little bit longer before remembering that you need to do some more math before the day begins.
The logistics of everything.
Mount St. Helena —> Montelena
Coffee, sparkling wine, salad, French toast, a hasselback potato.
I should go to the beach. I should add another day. What if I never want to come back?
I write the same formula over and over and over again — FV=PMT[(1+i)ⁿ-1/i] — until I get the problem right.
I find enough time for a quick call.
I really want one of those ice cream cones.
This is almost the last one.