1:10am.

2:43 am.

4:22 am. I am not surprised that I cannot sleep. I should probably just get up and get to work. I close my eyes.

The turtle neck and white pants. It feels good to put on real clothes.

Thank goodness the camera is off and I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

But really. So many soprano solos.

I miss the frenzy.

I watch the hummingbird flit about the winery. Are they looking for a way out? Are they confused? I still take it as a good omen.

One more. We will be okay. We will be okay.

I could eat more, but I need to save it for tomorrow’s lunch.

I just really want the Braves to win.