Endeavouring not to be extremely jealous of everyone who will be at the cider press.  Failing.
I selfishly hate the thought of everyone all together, having fun, without me.  I mean, is that even possible?! ;)
Oh. the joys of being a thousand miles away.
Oh well.  I guess I'll just go for a... run.  Yeah. that will make up for it.  Yeeeaah....