writer’s block

What a gorgeous Sunday. Didn’t expect this sunshine.

I forsook the assembly this morning.  Left God hanging for the first time in a long time.  Last night got a little tight with friends.  At some point switched to onions instead of olives.  I’d never had a martini with onions before.  The taste simply will not leave my mouth this morning, even after multiple cups of coffee.  Tastes like shame and a fleeting false sensation of youth.

Keaton and I spent most of Saturday afternoon working on the garden together.  I built a set of stairs up the hill and laid some pavers to form a walkway between the gardenbox and the grape row.  Access to the grapes for pruning will be key so I needed something.  Afterward we refreshed the mix in the box and picked and planted the spring crop.

Oh man I have some serious writer’s block.  I haven’t been able to come up with anything good in weeks.

Tonight is apparently no exception.


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