Coffee, Notes, And A Phone Call
I parked by the diner and took the back booth near the window. The waitress set down coffee, and I opened my planner across the table.
I wrote dates for the holiday weekend, circled times, and underlined tomorrow’s errands. Then I scrolled to Brad’s contact and hit call, putting the phone on speaker.
Steam from the mug fogged my glasses while the line rang. A couple of locals chatted about boat permits at the counter.