0243… Up, Emma feeding, rain, and I’m nearly awake enough to edit the two articles I wrote yesterday .. But I should sleep… Alarm set for 5.. Coffee at prepared stationing. The rain and I, with the same sight, vision for ourselves.. I can only see this current pouring as an epistle to me. And then I think, “What if I didn’t go back to sleep?” But I have to.. I can write freely and edit my articles between 5 &7.. Get ready for the winery, and make additional notes for… I don’t know… Whatever I like I guess. Last night writing a few lines of dialogue for a stageplay idea.. That project like my hobby model airplane or spaceship I’ll touch every now and again.. Night solely.