More poetry.  More music, more pieces meant for reading.  Meeting with classes in three days.  Read something to them.  Show them you’re a writer.  More than a “teacher”.  Had quite a bit of the Selby Malbec but I’m set on writing.  Tired again from another day in the TR.  And not much in me for expression, but thinking music, music, how it changes a setting, the atmospheric feel of a stage.  Coworker was listening to some old rock Pandora station, Journey I think.  But then I change it later to the Bobby Hutcherson stream.  And the room’s character reshapes.