Thursday.

Can tell it’s going to be a warm day. Something about the clarity of this morning’s sky.

At least it will be a fun day. There is that. I am grateful for that.

Learn something new each time we do one of these.

Staring out across the vineyard. Eating grapes off the vine. Standing in the shade as the breeze comes through and the neighbor’s dog barks. Right where I want to be.

Maybe this is the right moment to reign the conversation in.

If one of our worst attributes is telling too much truth, then I’m okay with that.

She tells me she thinks I would be good at running these with them. I don’t disagree. I tell her that we tried to make it work.

Nurse Ratched gives him a lobotomy.

Wait. A whole two hours alone in the house. I listen to the school board meeting while I clean the bathrooms.