I want to go back to the dream.

Out of decaf. I say a little prayer and use the regular.

Forgot how much I like Dua Lipa.

Roosters. Men working on the back patio. A lot has changed since I was here last. Blue skies. Already hot.

Like walking on the beach.

She says I should bring the kids in to throw tomahawks. She just has a good spirit.

This could be good. Really good. Good for everybody.

I am sweating, but the heat feels good.

I forgot to marinate the chicken thighs. Not enough leftovers to make a dinner. I give up and decide that it will be Gott’s again for dinner.

So much beauty.