a writer: post 009

Regular instruction.  For the semester.  Done.  Just finished a beer, and I do plan on having another.  And not writing.  Just sipping and listening to rain.  On the drive home from Mendo, lightening everywhere, at my 12, 3 and 9.  Felt like my dad in those stories he’d tell me about seeing lightening from the plane and it looking like nuclear bombs were going off just below the fuselage.  Not sure how to feel, and I’m not sure I have time think about what I should feel.. I should just feel.  Victory, and relief, that now, NOW, finally, I can begin MY wine story.