in the mood to do nothing but write. At my work desk for a couple minutes… thinking about week ahead, last week before finals. How’s the semester already over? Too quick, this “time” thing. Need a little vineyard walk before going back into the tasting room. Where do I go? Don’t want to be mud-painted. So where do I go?
Find myself in a mood. I’ll shake it, somehow. Want to be home, at daughter’s birthday shindig, but I’m here working. Going to make the rest of the day my own. In wine, in time, in my words, singularized or pluralizing. All amalgamated.