I feel like I should get up, but surely it’s not already time to get up.

4:39. The alarm was set to “weekdays only.” Argh.

We eat bananas and drink water while driving through the fog. It is thick.

The air is cool; the are on the far end of the block. I follow him down the rows.

The break of day.

I did not plan my time well. Actually, I did. This was already on my calendar. Today’s work was a surprise addition at the last minute.

All of their faces.

We taste the barrel sample and I am excited. We are all excited.

She is sweet. She likes it but doesn’t want to ask for it because she thinks it costs too much. I remind her that this is her birthday gift; she can get whatever she wants. Her first real purse.

It really is a beautiful day. Turley Sauvignon Blanc with fish tacos for us, root beers for them.

He says he wishes he could just have them fly up for the holidays. We’re choosing to stay apart because of our concerns about travel. But, I agree. I can’t go much longer without seeing them in person. We have to calculate our risks but we also have to care for our hearts.

Golden Harvest because no one really feels like cooking. I promise myself that this is the last night of take-out.