I slept in today, way later than I have in a long time. It felt good, and also bad. You know that feeling when you’ve had more sleep than ever but also feel more tired than ever? Anyway, an excellent day once I’d rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. We headed to Sonoma for a tasting, and Cacio even tagged along. We drank the wine, and she ate the cheese.
The weather was perfect. Like ridiculously, suspiciously great. The kind of day that you’re lucky to get a handful of in England, but that I’ve already had a few of this year in California—and it’s only just March. It’s such a beautiful drive there, too. Every time we drive there we just keep repeating “I can’t believe we live here” or “we’re so lucky” or “I feel so blessed.” I really can’t. We really are. I really, really do.
We grabbed dinner afterwards and walked Cacio around the dimly-lit streets. She always seems to know where she’s headed, even when we have absolutely no idea where we are. I’d trust her with directions more than I’d trust myself though, to be fair. Aneesah likes to say I walk very confidently in precisely the wrong direction. As usual, she’s correct.