Mount St Helena...

... as opposed to Mount St Helens The volcano that blew it's top in Washington State.  It is a rugged hike to the top even though it provides a gentle backdrop to the vineyards in Windsor on the way to  Kathy.'s house. The mustard is in full bloom now and I'm told there's been some budbreak in the vineyards although I haven't seen any sign of it yet. Our little pocket on Wildwood Trail, so heavily damaged by fire, seems to be late in blooming this year. I wonder if the trees that usually bloom will do so? 

I had Kathy all to myself today as John has elected to wait another week before joining me in resuming our weekly visits to this lovely lady. Spike hit me in the side of the knee like a  defensive lineman hitting a quarterback a couple of weeks ago, and there were some readjustments that needed to be made so we made good use of the time. 

I got gas in the car and went to the market  as well. It felt like a busy day even though it was really the bare minimum. I have to admit that I rather enjoyed the drive on my own without my passenger hitting the imaginary brake, clutching the armrest and offering unwanted advice about which lane to use. He seems convinced that if I am behind the wheel I will kill him although I have managed to avoid that for 50 years! 

As if Covid restrictions and all this togetherness didn't put enough pressure on our marriage...I'm pleased that he has been taking it easy today without having to harass him about it.