Deciding to honor my tiredness by letting myself sleep in .

More bacon and hash browns. The smell of coffee.

It’s happening soon.

The smells coming from the food trucks. The weight of humidity against my back. Sound checks from the stage.

Andre Thierry. I make a note to look up his band. They’re playing accordions and washboards. He ends with a Bruno Mars cover.

Everyone said this was a crazy day. Maybe they just meant hot. And being hot can make you feel out of sorts. I stay as close to the fan as possible and keep drinking water.

I get my bottle of wine and slink off to the car. So much water and still a headache. A pang of sadness that I won’t get to work with these folks in this capacity any more. Excited for what’s next, excited to be able to be with my family on the weekends again, but sad to be leaving them. Grateful for the experience.

Ah. This view. A desaturated sky. Pale pink and orange and yellow and blue and purple layered behind the silhouettes of the rolling hills and Mount Diablo.

Too tired for anything but a shower and bed.

I think about the upcoming week and how it’s the week before I leave for Squam. And then two weeks after that it will be the week of Fever Dreams Collective. And the then week after that I will get to see my dad. And then the week after that, I will get to see my best friend. The next few months will be gloriously full.