There's something about the morning, just sitting outside with your coffee. Soon there will be Slack, and email, and video calls.
But for now. Breathe.
So yeah, how are you holding up?
This toilet paper thing, well it's a thing isn't it? Most everything else is ok. We're home all the time just like you. Coffee here is good. We work on our laptops, we read, we stream our TV.
We stand at the end of our driveway and chat to neighbors at the end of theirs – 6ft distance yo. It's nice to live around good souls. We gave some eggs and received a bottle of wine in return. I'd say we got the better end of the bargain there.
We'll all get through this and look back on it. Stay away from people, wash hands all the time, and adjust your Twitter feed so eyeballs are not consumed by negativity.
Now, where's that cake?
Weather here in the desert is getting nice. It's that time of year when you remember why you like living here. Well, until the summer hits and you question everything about yourself.
A moment to step outside and breathe in that after thunderstorm air. Phoenix is on day three of storm watch 2019 and there has been rain. Our garage flooded and we have a bucket in the kitchen catching drops. So that's cool.
I'm sitting here waiting for my grilled cheese sarnie (because I'm seven years old) and start watching the other customers. This cafe has an iPad terminal that you sign with your finger. In the two minutes I've been here I've seen lots of different finger signing techniques.
There's must get it correct slow signing lady. There's who gives a shit squiggle guy. And then this most recent one just put a X in the box. Me? I'm squiggle guy. Life's too short man.
It seems like it's been a long desert summer. After months of 100° days, today was the first morning we could open the windows in the house.
So that's what breeze feels like.