Are my days mundane? I feel like so many little moments might seem uneventful to others, but for me, to pay attention, even the simple moments like making a great breakfast, finding two yokes in one shell, or cooking bacon to a charred crisp is no big deal, when they are, All this nuanced inconsequential incidental experience is a wonder to have when you consider impermance, and that it could all conclude tomorrow. So going to restore with Jonathon or buying an e-bike from some guy in Santa Cruz and Mark helping tune it up before a lunch ride to Happy Hound, or going to Jon F's for a dinner and enjoying a Wright Station Chardonnay and an Onward whole-cluster Zinfindel all make for noteworthy remembrances.
