Guys. GUYS. I’m on my flight home from SFO right now, and I just finished STATION ELEVEN, and it. Was. Amazing. 

I knew going in that it was a depiction of a post-apocalyptic world in which the apocalypse was brought on by a devastating flu. What I didn’t know was that it was going to be a gorgeous tapestry of stories about a group of characters I would care so much about, or that having the way into a story about an apocalypse be a George Clooney-type actor and the people who spin off from his life would work so well, or that I’d be so terrified and inspired and hopeful after reading it. 

In short, wowza. I cannot overstate how much you all need to read this.

Guys. GUYS. I’m on my flight home from SFO right now, and I just finished STATION ELEVEN, and it. Was. Amazing.

I knew going in that it was a depiction of a post-apocalyptic world in which the apocalypse was brought on by a devastating flu. What I didn’t know was that it was going to be a gorgeous tapestry of stories about a group of characters I would care so much about, or that having the way into a story about an apocalypse be a George Clooney-type actor and the people who spin off from his life would work so well, or that I’d be so terrified and inspired and hopeful after reading it.

In short, wowza. I cannot overstate how much you all need to read this.

Today.

Breakfast at Dierk’s Parkside, a Santa Rosa classic. Mud bath and massage in Calistoga, then lunch and tastings in St. Helena before a drive back over the hill (through Alexander Valley) to Healdsburg. Enjoying a coffee and some reading at Flying Goat, then heading to Healdsburg Bar & Grill for a burger. Then it’s home to pack and prep for tomorrow’s day o’ travel.

Not too bad, I’d say. Weekend of fun, accomplished.