1st oz, a pour

Thinking I may be exhausted from yesterday’s prose binge.  Coffee machine warming itself up, 6:15 down here on the first floor of this Autumn Walk castle.  Not going over to the machine to get coffee as I want a couple more slices of saneness before the days starts.. all day at the growers’ office, more to interview and by tentacle-touch more writing.  The dark down here, interesting, that hum of the fridge–  poetry collection still not done but I’ll finish it this weekend at some point.  I hope.. this and other early wakes should help.  Coffee does sound good, so…..