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.