I’m writing this on a hot Sunday afternoon in Calistoga. We’re enjoying a sunny day with all of Casey’s family and I’m hiding out in a small dark room typing this.
Womp womp.
Of course the internet connection is slooooooooooooooow like molasses. And as I sit here waiting for this page to load, I keep thinking about expectations. I expect to get on a computer and have it magically work. I expect lightning fast internet speed just as much as I expect to dive into a bowl of strawberries and ice cream and know exactly what it will taste like.