A contract lands, and you speak a different language.

Wish it weren’t this way, but it is.

Certain people in my life that I love and quickly react to my posts are right… moods aren’t good.  I don’t want an ulcer.  I don’t want a cold, or even a light sunburn… not in the mood for anymore disruptions or incursions.

Don’t want to drink that last Arista Pinot… want….. something different.  Maybe get some wine at Safeway later.