Breakfast coffee overlooking the Sonoma Coast.
Rambling the length of a brisk rocky beach.
Skyfall.
A nap.
A fresh wedge of Humboldt Fog and a modest Barbera. Some bright green Castelvetrano olives. Maybe a small plate of salami. (Why the hell not.)
Humbolt Fog and a modest but loving Barbera
A lush pasta smothered in garlic and red sauce and recent vegetables.
Anything by Almodovar.
Bed.
