5800 words in novel. My daily goal is under 2000 words, so I’m more than safe and comfortable with the pace expected, demanded. Home from lunch and babies have a snack. Emma not wanting anything at lunch but an ice water and some bites of the chips and salsa while Jackie ordered and devoured a quesadilla with rice and beans. Then we played in the park, and they were out before we reached the River Road exit. Now Emma has some yogurt, Jack finished his and rests on couch.
More wine writing for me. Need something to study and survey tonight, but what. Thinking target a bargain bottle from Bottle Barn, see what type of force I can acquire for less than $20. One of those missions, you know? Or, have the Kunde Rose that’s in the fridge. I’ve never felt that Rose though could be anything so worth an avalanche of pages. Maybe this one will be. Tasted it the other weekend, last I believe, when visiting Dwight in the tasting room. Actually he was outside on the patio by the water helping some tech group from the city, majority of which were hungover form a wedding the prior nuit.