Ten.Nine Hundred & Seventy-Eight

1. Lost hour.

2. Something about these don’t look right. I add another cup of flour. I must have only put in two. That’s better.

3. Still just as good. I brush melted better over them. I think of the biscuits from Church’s Chicken. I think of South Carolina. I think of the biscuits Chef Tate made for the opening dinner served with a sorghum molasses butter and satsuma preserves. How did I forget to take my menu as a souvenir?

4. Coffee and more coffee.

5. Softball for her, baseball for him. Gray skies. I wanted more rain.

6. I check the time. Not yet noon. Tea, blanket, book, bed. Slowing down my Sunday.

7. “Working hard for something we do not care about is called stress, working hard for something we love is called passion.” - Start With Why

8. I read the words and see a vision appear in my mind. It is sunny. There is a table out in a field, next to a garden. There are people. There is wine. There is food. Beyond the garden is a vineyard. Beyond the vineyard is my home. Beyond the home is a set of small buildings that are gathering/living spaces. This is where I do my work. This is where others come to do theirs. This is a place where ideas are exchanged, where community is fostered, where people dream the impossible dreams. I realize the vision is still the same as it was 10 years ago. But I am closer. I am so much closer.

9. The name is taken so now what?

10. These episodes are so long.