Kids calm, but requesting more snacks. Wife zoom call, working weekend which I admire, trying to master or at least gain some familiarity with a platform, interactive for teaching students in these covid days.
What’s for dinner. Not that hungry. Sipping the Grenache I opened last night in the tasting with Chris. Helps with shelter-natured day. Heat-honed, not covid-coded. Last I checked it was 105 degrees, when driving back from taking those packages to the UPS store for Melissa.
This wine telling me to keep writing. Shorter entries. Sip, inward talk, type. That simple.
Fire danger high. Another glass.