10:31PM. Now, my Merlot open. Running tomorrow after Alice returns from her morning jaunt with her sprinting partners. So renewing to have my little Kerouac back. The Mendo classes.. planning for them already. And tomorrow, with the ‘100’ students.. have to throw them for some beneficial spiral. But what? I’m thinking… Something with writing, something with independent research, and something with them seeking an answer.. an ANSWER. But what. How do I frame this? See.. I never give wine this much thought. And I shouldn’t. It’s wine. It’s consumable. IT, quickly gone, then forgotten. And then the consumer looks to the next vintage. And then that’s consumed.
Rain today. Renewing. And that smell, with the pavement, like a new season was coming but wasn’t. I remember standing there, right in front of the doors, with Micah, confused, like I should be writing but not, just experiencing the oddity of this precipitation– new phase, or year, or me, finally free. Should put Self to bed soon. But I fall into sleep aware of what I need to do tomorrow morning, before on MY run. The class, it’s all about the class, the students, and the sections of Fall. I’m staging my rebellion, and I can only win. (7/20/14)