Birds are quiet today.

I take a cup of coffee and head outside for a quick walk. Finches hopping off deck railings.

Fog sitting on the crests of the mountains and hilltops. A thin strip of blue sky visible if you look hard enough.

My least talkative interview yet, but I think I got it.

How is it already July? How is next week already the middle of July? Have my children even read a book this summer? Why is it that things seem so much more complicated than ever?

But at least there is awareness here.

“It turns out I’ve been doing life wrong this entire time,” I say jokingly.

Hanger steak, salsa verde, grilled squash, garlic bread.

Or, I could think about nothing.

Only gratitude.