Flash floods, flash floods.  All over Sonoma County.  Tells me to flood my life with happiness and storm at my aims.

In a minute, glass of something.  Thinking red.  Pinot?  That Carignane?  Have to see what the moment orders.

Odd time, between 4:30 & 5.  Like framed anxiety.  You know it’s coming, and once it arrives how you communicate with it will determine its impact.