Soon as I woke, negativity encroached.  Or maybe it was just a mood.  And, I denied it.  I’m done, like I said yesterday.  Done entirely.  No more mope, no more of that bloke.  Forgot to mention last night in entry that I finished a poem, one I quite like.  Not that I’m surprised, or maybe I am.  But I finished one.  Need to have one everyday, one piece poetique that I’d read.  Read somewhere.

In office at winery, looking out window.  Morning continues to elevate in betterment, but I feel negativity out there.  I just deny it significance, or any strength or standing.