Always wonder how I should write the time. Don’t do it this way too often but time’s a fascinating and boring subject, and I don’t want it to have anymore of my attention than it already holds so the writing father moves on. Would love coffee right now, but, two risks– 1, Jackie would surely come down here if he knew I were awake and having coffee. 2, sleep’s hope would be deader than dead, from sip one. So… just this note then I think back to bed for this diarist.
No rain expected for day. My thoughts? Disappointment. Have come to love the rain and what it does to the vineyard, this street even. My car’s windshield…