Write about: the adjustment.
With our harvest boxes being picked up tomorrow afternoon instead of Tuesday, we're having to shift things forward around here. Today that meant only taking the morning off to recover from the market and then going out in the afternoon to start the pick.
We don't have an excessive amount of stuff left to collect tomorrow morning, so I'm hoping for a reasonably manageable day before we hit the road early-ish Tuesday morning.
Still lots to be done before we get to that though.
When the engines began to sputter and the needles on the dashboard started spasming back and forth, I knew time was running away from us. Looking out the cockpit window I saw nothing but rolling ocean waves and circling sharks.
Though I'll admit that the sharks may have been a creation of my overactive imagination.
"What the hell is going on?" Carl, my less than observant co-pilot demanded.
"You know how we were supposed to fly to New York today?" I asked as I began flipping switches and turning dials.
"Of course I do! I'm not an idiot!"
Well, Carl, actually...
"That plan is currently undergoing a minor adjustment."