It already is
Saturday morning, finally. We've been waiting for this moment all week. The sun tickles the red curtains in the room and i can hear Tiza and Winnie quietly barking downstairs. Life on weekend at the Mountain House.

We have two cups of coffee while some orchestral flamenco plays on the back; the dogs are having semi-siestas at our feet. It's cloudy, but we still have hopes of recovering some sunshine and going to the pool.

We have a mid-morning appointment at the place where we're holding our wedding party. The lady is friendly and trying a little to hard. Pablo instantly falls in love with the café, as i had expected.

The phone rings. He must get to work. We borrough the Mountain Family Office, in town, and get on line. While i wait for him to finish, i surf around and play launch cast for a while: Coldplay, jazz big bands, Norah Jones on today's menu.

We have plans tonight to go into the town because Bebe is playing. I mention that we have only been together to one concert so far. I say "today would be a perfect day if we finally get to see the show". Pablo taps on the keyboard and says "it already is".