More than just immersing myself in this morning in downtown Healdsburg which is so eager to give way to afternoon. Watching people hurry to tasting rooms (Topel across street, to my left, and Williamson down the street). Some, obviously other tourists, just walking around, into the Oakville Grocery. Hope they don’t sit next to me on this patio. This is my patio, with the iron furniture, black and gritty but I don’t mind. I have a fireplace. I never have a fireplace when I write. Ever. Putting myself in traveler’s trousers… on the Road, sitting somewhere I never have. Finally.