Friday.

We’re getting closer. First, only a bun. Now we’re doing a curly ponytail. Once the rains are over, maybe she’ll finally wear her hair down.

Their faces. It’s been too long. Every time we talk, I am reminded of how long the last year has felt. And yet, here we are, already at the end of January. The construct of time is wild.

“You’re the queen of sleep.”

Wine deliveries.

The vibe here has never been good.

Fantastic Friday kinds of things.

This loaf is particularly pretty.

Why am I sitting on the floor of the bathroom, putting on lotion, and getting teary-eyed thinking about Selena and singing “Como la Flor.” Also, how beautiful that someone’s art can continue to move you after so many years.

2015 Apsara Syrah. I tell him that we should buy the rest from him to take it off his hands. Still, one of my most favorite wines I’ve ever tasted.