Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Nineteen
Long summer nights = short summer sleeps.
So glad this year’s sheep dog is quiet and that the coyotes haven’t made it into the pens.
The light, the light, the light.
I try to take the call outside, but the sun is already melting everything, so instead, I hide inside the conference room, and for a few minutes, it’s like the old days.
Three chocolates before 10 a.m.
This guilty feeling.
Massican Annia. Baby gem with beets and carrots. Gnocchi with oyster mushrooms and asparagus. Lemon tart and an americano.
The thing is, I don’t think anyone knows anything.
Constantly rubbing my eyes.
But she really does have the best playlists though.