Swimming Thoughts

I take a short glass from the cabnet in the kitchen and fill it with cubes of ice. I walk out the door, down the steps and into the garage where the refrigerator is holding all the alcohol--vodka, beer, whiskey. I choose Tito's and orange juice. I swallow fast. I refill my glass and leave it in the frig. Then, I pay attention to the laundry in the corner.