I was out in the overcast morning yesterday. There was one star, one planet peeking from a cloudbreak. I was taking D for a walk and my neighbor called to me from his front step, "Good morning!"
I said, "Hi, how's it going?"
John said, "Very well, and you?"

I was like I usually am so I said, "Just fine!"

He went, "So, do you still want that wood?"
Oh hell yeah I do, so I replied, "Sure!"
And then I said, "I think I even have access to my wheelbarrow now. I think R is done mixing concrete in it."
He said, "I think I have mine, too. Great! I'll bring it over sometime Saturday."
I said, "Sounds good!"

But, then, on second thought I remembered something, so I told him, "Wait, the kids have a thing in the morning on Saturday, a play they're doing... what about early morning?"
He considered it and said, "Ok that should work. I really need to clean my garage out. What time?"
I was like, "Well, I'm an earlybird. I'm up before the sun." Which he knows this since he sees me most mornings in the dark.
He thought about it for a second and agreed, "Ok, I'll bring it over in my wheelbarrow."
And I said, "Sounds good and I'll help if I have mine."

"See you then!"

Making plans for Saturday, early.