At the grocery store we got a bottle of local wine. I know nothing of wine except that some I like and some I don’t. This one I liked. We sat around chatting about placed we’d been and places we had yet to go. It didn’t take long before we’d filled our glasses for a second glass and the bottle was empty.
What really let me with a feeling of shock and awe was that as I was ready to call it a night to others ready to start their night. I guess it’s my every closer 30th birthday but I can no longer do all-nighters or really even late-nights. I like to be in bed by ten and asleep shortly after that.
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