Not enough sleep.

He asks me if I’ve seen the bird. I look out the window. On the deck is a small bird with light green feathers, stiff. They must have flown into the window.

Loud crash. They have chopped down a tree.

I am not sure that I’m being very helpful. Sometimes you just need to be the open ear.

Unfocused.

We eat our lunch outside and talk. I tell him all the things that are bothering me. We look toward the mountains.

They have the bat.

Heitz Cellar Grignolino Rosé.

UNO after dinner.

He says the frogs are too loud.