8:06, woke with cough, compromised voice that cracks and elevates unexpectedly and provides an unwanted smokey subplot.  Hate that.

Barrel tasting today, but my winery doesn’t participate.  Thankfully.—  Jackie, home for third day today.  He feels much better but the cough remains and he needs more rest in the collective meditation of his mother and I.  He just ordered Cheerios of me, as if I’m a waiter.  Doesn’t unnerve me one bit, but pulls a laugh from this writing father, this newly honed Bottled Ox.  Still feel what I did yesterday, about everything.. more freedom, and finally travel.