The sprinklers. I think they go off right before the alarm.

The sound of the palm trees in the wind. One of the most soothing sounds. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.

Just trust your vision.

I write “vision” and then wonder if it’s ableist language. What’s another way to say this? Trust in the power of your dreams? Your intuition? Your imagination? Just: Trust yourself.

We sit down at the table and start to work on the puzzle. She yawns and yawns and yawns. I tell her to just go back to bed.

It’s all coming together.

Saturday and already have the Sunday blues? He reminds me that Monday is a holiday. Oh, good. One more day.

Also: how to not have that feeling.

I’m ready to go.

Miracles are scattered beyond.

2019 Massican Sauvignon Blanc. I want to remember that it is possible to make a Sauvignon Blanc in Napa Valley that has this much acidity and zip. Sometimes a wine can make you want to go back to rediscover the possibilities of a region.