One I guess “resolution” for this newest of new years is to

have all my writings in one place, or several one-place’s.  Then that defeats the concept of “one place”, doesn’t it?  Up early this morning after a night of less-than-average sleep, and no coffee in the house.  So I settle for 7UP, one of two remaining in fridge.  Have to ready soon for day.  Shower sounds amazing.  Maybe that’ll wake me up.  Tempted to take a nap on this couch but I have to deliver some more wine to the same guy as yesterday’s house.  Then, coffee—  Or no, coffee first.  Coffee always comes first.  Or it should.  No mocha, just gorgeous, aggressive, ghostly, black coffee for the writer this morning.