My hands are now sore from all the work I've been doing around the winery — cleaning the trenches, removing the dirt that flowed with liters of wine into them until they clogged. Watching my team work while I stood by didn't sit well with me.
So I helped.
I left my phone in my car and headed down to the tanks to help them. Only, now that I'm done, the notifications tab tells me I must have missed something big going on back home — or I'm just genuinely loved. Twenty missed calls from Manon. Add Chester to the list — double the size of Manon's. A few from my grandma (no doubt to lash out at me), from Leilani's grandma, from each of my parents… but not even one of them, in their hundreds, is from my wife.
I'm sure she heard the news about the winery — saw it online. But to not call me or even send a message of comfort?
