Ten.Seven Hundred & Eighty
So dark. I’m a little saddened by the lack of light.
A little creativity goes a long way.
I set the boxes of cereal on the table but slice up some avocado and dress it up for myself to eat for breakfast. She says that she was craving guacamole last night.
El Camino Diablo.
So this is the Altamont. I ascend into the morning fog and follow the curves of the road. I will be on time after all.
It’s not doing what I want it to and I can’t figure out how to make it do what I want it to do. I keep the positive self-talk up. This is part of the process. I’m going to have to learn something new.
I go for the Merlot. That will be the base of my blend. I think I’ve got the right combination. We’ll see in three months.
Brut, Artisan White, Pinot Clones, Artisan Red, Lot 009. Three of my favorite wines. But the cheeses, the cheeses. And the prosciutto. And the olives. And the pate. And the dates. And the salami. And the almonds. All of everything.
I think I see smoke in the distance.
He reminds me that I can make it however I want. That I can create something new. Maybe even better.