Don’t wanna.

I peel the oranges ahead of time so that I don’t have to bother with the mess while working.

We take the truck through the vineyards. Cornflower sky and bright yellow sun. Shivering leaves in a breeze. Young vines and old vines and piles of broken vines atop dark earth.

Flu shot. My hands are too cold and so not blood is coming from the little hole they put into my finger. They do a second finger after rubbing it to get it warm. 149/90 doesn’t make sense, but I doubt the machine is lying.

There is a benefit to this.

Zero expectations.

And there we have it.

I thought it was going to be a little closer than that.

A driveway full of wood to be stacked and put away, but that means it’s almost time for the fireplace.

Excited.