Why the fuck do I have to be sick today, yesterday, now? Have to write myself out of it. Have to just move and make myself move with wine ideas and fantasies and selling my business— Mike Madigan IS crEATive, and always will be— AND, should I just have one blog rather than 4— or 5? No, cast as big a net as possible. But don’t go past five. Emma behind me in her swinging seat. She can’t get enough of her birdies revolving above her. She doesn’t whine, or complain. Again, she’s teaching daddy— I need to listen better.