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10:24PM.  Sipping a small splash of ’11 Zin.  Tired from this first of sixteen long days, working at winery then to campus.  15 to go…  Tomorrow morning I’ll have a chance to grade a bit, edit book and whatever else.  Jackie woke earlier than early this morning.  I went back to sleep thanks to Ms. Alice’s assistance, but still carried on with the day drained, not as interested as I’d otherwise be.  And now I’m here, wondering if my sister is this tired while she’s on the Road, after visiting accounts.  If I were in a hotel now, I’d continue to write for a bit, as I’m planning to now, then go to bed.  So there’s really no difference.  Interesting realization…

I’m afraid I have to call the evening, end the vignette here, in this seat.  And no more sips.  I want to wake early, get an early dash at everything: grading, planning, WRITING.  I want to see the goddamn Road, get to my travels, the meaningful observations.  If I stay in the same place any longer, meaning where the clock always awaits and eventually HAS me, then I’ll consider mySelf failed.  The students this summer, already motivating me more in these two inaugural session than both classes last term, in the first two weeks.  So the significance?  Not sure I can write it yet, but it’s there.  Bonne nuit…