Earlier than usual. Who’s down here? Oh, she’s getting in her steps.

I make the coffee. What to eat for breakfast? I’m not hungry.

But the time is going by so quickly.

One more plate of beignets.

Why am I already crying? We just started.

I stop breathing when I see who is in the first breakout session. So many woman I admire on one screen. Humbled. Awed. Inspired.

Still crying.

I knock over my water twice. Tears are still falling. Lightning. Thunder. Rain. The theme of the day is water. Fitting for my emotional state. Power, grace, transition, wisdom, renewal.

Three kids. How did/does she do it? Lower the expectations.

“Yeah. Sometimes I want to be a master somm and sometimes I just want to be drunk.”

Tasting with a legend. I get the country for one, almost the right country for another. But more than anything, this time with her reminded me of what I love about wine. I’d lost the the “why.”

Early Thanksgiving: Ham and turkey and stuffing, sweet potato casserole, dinner rolls, greens, cranberry sauce. 2009 Dom Perignon; 2011 Beringer Private Reserve because I want him to save the 2012.

She says to just stay put until the planned power shut off is over. And the city still hasn’t given updates on water. I had a feeling. It’s fine. More time is a good thing. Now we can help them eat all the leftovers.