Wine and

a tired writer.  May have one more glass in a minute.  But just one.  Tomorrow’s a teaching day.  No run in morrow.  Did too much Monday, yesterday.  So what does the writer do?  Take babies to school and go straight to camp’.  No, have to shower.  Okay, then the adjunct goes to school after coming home to be under water for a bit.  But what if I shower in morning, somehow?  Would love to walk that same Cabernet block.  Now.  At night.  See how it’s different.  Sleep— thinking of it as I did this morning.  Yawn stretch, grunt.