All three kids off today.  10:59 just now having a second to note something.  Line between fiction and non, still playing with it.   Kids with specific breakfast requests and me needing earlier to dash to Oliver’s and grab something for them, and myself.  Rarely am I in a breakfast mood, but today….

Need another coffee.  Bought the Nurse one this morning, a hazelnut latte, EARLY.  Well before 06:00.  She needing to launch early to drop off Oliver at the house.  Me trying to go back to sleep but unable at first, actually not sure if I did.  May have fallen into some pseudo-sleep, or something.

Writing about wine still, the Rosé brought over last night with neighbors, then the Pinot from the other night with Nurse.  Not sure where my focus is in the wine story, to be honest.  After talking yesterday to an old friend at a nearby Chard and Pinot producer, I felt moved and motivated, but lost.  And I loved it.

Emma picked up, leaving the boys.  Jack antagonizing his little brother, of course…