No need for the alarm but I still wake up at 4:30.

I move slow, slower still. Scones for breakfast, I think. Yeah. I should make something today.

I double the batch, under-mix, it’s a little too crumbly. But the texture is so good, so light. It would be better with freshly whipped cream and summer berries.

Unsteady.

No lunch to make, more space for morning pages, slowly.

I tell her that we will probably have to postpone our vacation. She says it’s the apocalypse, she’d rather have us there with her. I giggle to myself.

They put the laughing gas on. She has to take my blood pressure three times because it’s too high. Oh boy.

Vacuum because, well, it seems like the only thing I can control right now.

Two bottles of Pinot Noir from Oregon. Willamette and Eola Amity Hills. The excitement. The excitement. B Corp. Biodynamic. Peace, Bread, Land, and Wine.

Pine Ridge Chenin Blanc for dinner.