6:07

Downstairs with Emmie so Alice can get a little more sleep. Watching news while Emma jumps around in that jumpy thing (think it’s called a “baby Einstein” or something). Not as tired as I thought I’d be, and I’m tremendously excited I get to watch the news as I am right now. This never happens. I yawn here and there, but I’m rather awake. Dad notes, boring I know…

Not happy with how I ate yesterday, so I’ll be fasting a bit through today. Should do some push-ups or another exercise right now while watching the news, since I didn’t run Wednesday. Know I was paid overnight but I’d rather spend the time jotting thoughts here on phone and listen tonemma jump and make her cute little sounds…

Have to write something about the Lancaster I opened last night. Want to do more wine writing again– showing wine for what it is, alive, art, a voice, a story. Push-ups now, go….. Ten deep push-ups and holding the tenth for some time. Emma laugh at me and making sounds with each repeat.

Last night, lecture went better than most this term so far. Week 3 done. Can’t believe it. Time rushing past, me trying to write quicker and make more money for the family. What else can I do? Don’t have a lot of spare time. Have to sell every fuckinn thing I write. Even this entry, eventually. I’ll say it again, if I can sell a winery’s wines and story, I can certainly pedal my poetry and prose. Need to type yesterday’s poem and a couple other today, through the day and between work points. 18th getting closer, as I to the Road.

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