At desk, typing blog for winery, looking out at Sauvignon Blanc vines, listening to café rock— soft, encouraging, perfect for the day.  Staying with my fast.  Don’t want to feel stuffed, or sick, or sluggish.  Need to be writing all day.  Walk the vineyard.  Feel the air and let it talk to me.  If today’s going to be the best day of my life, as the business plan states, then I need to be dramatically different and better at the end of the day, when I’m down for sleep.  So, no wine, no beer, prep self to wake early… iron clothes tonight.  Shave again tonight.  Keep writing, keep noting…  Keep smiling.  This is the best day, the most effulgent and rewarding chapter of my story, so far.

Celebration.

No indignation.