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.