On lunch, but

can’t think of a thing to write about.

No energy to walk the vineyard.

I’m bored.

I’m boring.

Need some wine.

Sauvignon Blanc.

This is Sauvignon Blanc weather.

So Sauvignon Blanc.

Goddamn I’m boring.

Sorry, readers.

Would love a nap.

Or a run…

No life in me for what my routes demand.

So I’d nap, if I could.

Back in.

Back to work.

Where’s my white?

I need to wake up.

(7/3/16)