It’s 2:34 a.m.
The time just changed tonight- so I guess it’s really 3:34 a.m.
The only sounds are the crackling fire, my love’s sleeping rhythmic breath, and an owl outside making whoots… like “who who whooo who…”
Most of the day I spent doing loads of laundry, cuddling with my pup in the sun and hiking around with her.
Above: Blooming creosote
Jon went to visit the artist Uli Boege and bring him the mock-up of his art book… and then Jon wrote, and wrote some more.
We had happy hour in the late afternoon sun while Suki hunted for lizards in the wood pile.
I made creamy garlic mushroom soup for dinner with toasty sourdough rolls… super tasty yum.
I grabbed a random box of what appeared to be mostly early 90’s stuff and marveled at the memories within…
Above: Manipulated Polaroid from back in the day…
Just a day. A weekend day. Nothing extraordinary.
But it’s heaven.
Heaven right here.