Johnny took a sip of wine and kept himself from pulling a face. This was a good vintage too, damn it. Of all the stupid details to be affected.
"Adjusting," he admitted, "and I don't want to adjust." He wanted things to go back to normal. So far the weekend had been a bit of a whirlwind. There were panicky friends, disappearing brother-in-laws, (still) pregnant sisters. He hadn't exactly been hiding from the general public but it was pretty damn weird. "Are you really still teaching?" he asked, because he couldn't even fathom how that worked. "You didn't call in?"