Early morning trip to the store for coffee.

I am always worried the neighbor hates the bells on my door.

They don’t want to come but we make them come. I try to make the trip as quick as possible.

I forgot that Easter is next week.

I leave him with the laundry and I take a book and my water outside. There is a sunny spot on the bench. I lay down and close my eyes.

I had not intended to stay.

Windows down. Dua Lipa up.

I tell her that today was easier. That I probably did myself a favor by not drinking a little bit of coffee before the shoot. And that her presence was helpful.

Everything looks golden.

But there is still the work of tomorrow.