08:20…. Was asleep early with the kids last night, so obviously and apparently we’re up
early(-ier). Quick espresso and cinnamon, laundry on. 16:30 leave for parents’ house. Settle in then to winery.
Henry calling me from upstairs. All three still in my bed, me being evicted and exiled to Jack’s room. Where I slept. Not that bad, just I have odd dreams whenever I sleep there. No way to tell why so I don’t even think about it.
Need to write an old friend a letter. I’ll see him tonight but might shoot him something quick before the event. Time with what it is…. All minutes are troves of benefit and growth. I can’t afford to waste or miss or pass or event deliberate ANYTHING.
There has to be movement – impassioned and constant. That’s what you read this morning.
Another hot day but not like yesterday which trapped us in the condo for latter part. Seasons moving, days a little shorter I notice, before anyone realizes we’ll be in Autumn. The time will just arrogantly walk by us.
This laptop, like my place of worship. Sunday… huh. Henry calls again, I smile.