Musings
“Mmm. . .” he said, picking up his glass of water and taking a long swallow. “That’s really good”
Musings
But there’s also this part of me that says, You’re not good at this, no matter how much you enjoy it
Musings
There was a method within the madness, and I was feeling complacent that all was under control
Musings
Or how will all involved parties know how to prepare for this event?