Still quiet.

Coffee and orange juice and raisin bran. A little bit of sunshine.

I’m late to the trend, but I can still get behind it.

Typing furiously while listening to a podcast. Tapping my feet. More coffee. This should probably be my last cup.

I know what I know and I also know that I don’t know and that’s important. Maybe the only thing that really matters.

I take a quick bike ride on my lunch break. So quiet. Blue skies. Fluffy clouds. Humidity.

Lack of communication breeds inefficiencies and unnecessary urgencies.

It’s good to see her face.

He shows me what the PG&E alert says. “Estimated Restoration October 31, 2020.” “Take a deep breath,” says Dad. Oh yes, I stopped breathing.

Stags’ Leap 2013 Petite Sirah and 2014 Cabernet Sauvignon from Coombsville. Drink the good stuff, but we do need to get some wine down here. Note to self: ask Roxy for best local wine shop.

She says to just let myself be in that space where the focus is on creating the world we want. And she reminds me to rest.

She tells me that her hair and eyebrows fall out during extreme moments of stress and I say to myself, “that makes sense given the circumstances of the last several months.”

What are the things I need to do to support myself through this time?