Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Eighty-Two
Breezy sunny morning.
Making meal plans and grocery lists in the car.
It feels like the game is moving so slowly. Maybe it’s the constant gust of wind blowing dust against
I veto Chipotle and offer Foodshed instead. Italian lemon soda + four-cheese and caramelized onion pizza.
Perfect, perfect weather.
Gathering self and ideas and dreams. Trying to make all the pieces make sense.
A glass of Bollinger.
He starts to set down the petit filet in front of me. No sir. I’m the one with the 14-ounce ribeye, thank you very much.
Late to the party, but better late than never.
Sunset in the valley. Hugged by the silhouetted mountains.