Nothing is bothering me. At all. Walking around the winery grounds, writing… need a glass of something. Maybe Chardonnay. But I have a long drive to Sonoma, sister’s house. So never mind. That’s fine. Coffee or Coke would be better anyway.. More thematically correct with the swiftness I’ve been demonstrating.
My day, still absurdly lovely, but I’m getting one of those “afternoon sinkers”, as Dad says, where you yawn every what seems like two seconds and only want to take a nap. Ugh… But I learn from this as well, more than I do other aspects of the day where you’d think I’d be overwhelmed with lesson.