Home from class, to an empty house.  My first impulse, write, focus on my pages.  And what more optimal time for a meditation.  Sipping my IPA, eager to see the tasting room tomorrow, taste through the wines (if they’re open), and open another new wine tonight here in home, a gift from some Washington winery guys

Typed earlier, “Should go home.  Give both Alice and Em’ a kiss, then lay down.  Copied and pasted what I wrote into the first issue of ‘Mon Petit Mise’.  Today, about focus, as Mom urged.  So far, quite lovely.”

In my written mode, wined.