Tired and ready for sleep.  Watching news.  They try so desperately to cling to the earthquake, anything associated with it.  Seems like so long ago.  Had one beer and nothing else when home.  About to sip a water but I’m too tired.  Tomorrow, I’m writing about everyone and everything.. thought tonight about how to incorporate the older pages into this new novel as Glenn urged.. or someone in the nucleus, can’t remember now because of this exhaustion.  But I have to figure a way, some shape for it to take.

On mind: students, wine tomorrow (harvest and what’s in tank), novel, lectures, Kerouac, my son (little Kerouac), my next run…

What was I doing a year ago today?  Two, three, four?  FIVE?