Gold morning light.

Opt for no coffee. Juice and water instead.

Washing the dishes by hand.

The woman in the chair next to me gets the same color for her toes. We talk about kids and town and our work; circles overlap, of course. I ask her the name of her huband’’s winery. She tells me what it is. “Have you ever heard of it?” “Of course!”

I circle back to the estate sale to see what this house is that will soon be for sale and to find something special. I leave with two teapots, two sets of bangles, a wooden salad bowl, and verification that it wouldn’t be the right kind of house for us.

Just couldn’t help themself from doing it.

She asks me if there are consequences.

Nap.

I take the cookbook out to the back deck. Next door is blasting a familiar playlist: Billy Joel, Prince, Journey.

Next house will have a sleeping porch.