Third night of no wine. Ice-cream instead. Hoping to wake early and write, material to be sold, printed […]
Month: February 2016
She’s not sick, I can see, and she can’t teach 90 minutes or even a full two hours […]
Young man at Starbucks said “Okay there you go.” “What do I owe you?” I said. “Well you […]
While shaving, brushing teeth, could feel my cold, flu, whatever this bug’s to be deemed in established retreat. […]
Second cup of coffee, and I just said to my daughter, “Okay, Emmie, we’re going to coffee our […]
Why the fuck do I have to be sick today, yesterday, now? Have to write myself out of […]
When a wine writer is sick, goes home sick from a winery, can’t taste wine at home, it’s […]
Talk less, write more… See what this does.
Still recovering from this cold or whatever bug-type has finally punched through my defenses that fought it off […]
…the ceaseless cascade of adjunct symptoms. With education, studying it, you can move so vastly, and do more […]