It’s early. I’m not sure how early, but it’s early.

Nope. It still doesn’t work. I can’t type the numbers at all. But the alarm is still going off.

Bacon and hashbrowns. Everybody wants a fried egg white. What am I supposed to do with all of the yolks.

Thin turbine blade peak out through the bottoms of the clouds. The cows’ coats look particularly black today. Maybe they have just been cleaned by yesterday’s rains.

This drive through the hills, though. I can’t complain.

A cup of tomato soup. I should have gotten a whole bowl. On a day like today, I could stand to eat a little more.

I’m zoning out. It’s not out of boredom, the coffee has worn off, the food has kicked in. It’s been a long day.

I don’t mind the traffic today. It gives me more time to watch the cows and birds. One big beautiful hawk sitting on a fence post.

I tell him that of all the things I learned today, what stuck out the most to me was how excited I was being in the vineyard. That’s what I want to do. Even more than wine making. Yes. Put me on the ground with muddy boots and talk to me about wind speeds and fog patterns and grafting and canopy.

In due time. All in due time.