Over 3,000 words

for day.  Can’t remember the last time I passed that tally.  Just had my last glass of red.  Time to ready the writer for bed.  Feel now with this quiet house like I’m on the Road, in my hotel room, readying for rest, had my last glass of wine and now only minutes from bed.  Need ample dormancy before tomorrow, one of the monster days, 8:30 at winery and leaving campus a bit after 8.  Not a day for the meager in might.  But now I clock out, much I don’t want to.  I’m not on the Road yet, so I need to everything I can to get me there, and a sensible start is getting enough sleep.  So… sleep.  Now.

(6/22/16)