In the dream, I am holding a fork and knife. I look them straight in the eyes, smile, and say, “Thank you for giving me my beautiful children.”

Probably not exactly in uniform, but oh well.

I always need something to eat in this meeting. I probably shouldn’t be crunching on this apple, but I’ve learned not to ignore my hunger.

This is what I was afraid of. I tried to warn them.

He asks me when I’m going to take a vacation. I tell him tomorrow. Just going to enjoy being home with my family. I should have taken more than one day.

I really do like shrimp.

I feel oddly protective about this, and I can’t tell if I’m taking it

It is only Tuesday, but it feels like Friday. But it’s only Tuesday.

St. Helena wins.

The setting sun and the golden hills and thanking them for bringing me to California.