Tired. Sick. But I have to keep going. Done with cough drop. Now, coffee. And the med’ roast already starts showing signs of effect on sinus reality. 7:22, last day in January, partially cloudy morning who knows if rain’s at the front. I hope so. Would slow traffic into the tasting room, allowing me some time to grade and plan for tomorrow.
Of late, thinking much about the control I have over Time, Life. And I realize it shouldn’t even be a deliberation, some inward debate.
‘A BOOK AND TRAVEL’, my only goals for Spring, my last semester.