Jack complaining that he doesn’t have a phone. Is that my fault?

Not sure why it would be, but I’m the parent hat alway looks inward and see if the cause came from my core.

Thinking…. How I’m going to spend the rest of my life.  My life’s work.  At the age where you, I, think about that I guess.  So… writing.  Bring everything back to wine, as wine is everything, at least everything in my life.  Looking again through old pictures this is affirmed, re-affirmed.

Told myself I wold get on the bike, but no motivation to.  Morning and the kids have me with no dynamism or sparkle.

More pictures…..  The vineyard.  Music.