Cleaning day.

Why is it always on Fridays that he has the hardest time getting up?

I realize that I work the next four days, away from home. There is a long list of things I’d like to get done and I can feel myself getting worked up. It feels like there isn’t enough time. Never enough time.

But there is enough time. And maybe it just requires me to think of new ways of doing things. Maybe it’s just that the old ways are no longer going to work. And maybe I will just be stumbling along for a little while longer until I figure out the best way.

Non Vintage Champagne Colin Premier Cru. Vietti Arneis. 2013 Broken Spur Pinot Noir. Decaf coffee.

I don’t hear him come in; too deep in sleep.

I take a picture of the peaches because they are so perfectly imperfect. I think of how I should really stop by the farmstand every day for that day’s produce. I think of how, really, it’s not any more expensive than the grocery store, so why shouldn’t I?

The sweet corn really is that sweet.

I put on a sweatshirt and pour a little more of the Laetitia Pinot Noir into my glass.

I feel more resolute in this choice. I feel more certain that I need to make this choice on my own.