I finished a day. It was a day to top a week. Training for eight hours a day at a computer. I had a little alone time after work. I churned up the Traeger, and put on some sirloin. Poured some Jack in a tumbler and lit up one of Manny’s hand wrapped stubs. Sat out on the deck as the sun dropped in the sky, the evening breeze blowing lightly. And I let it all blow away with the smoke in the wind.
