Morning rough.  But I continue.  I have to. 

I have writing and wine and me to sell.  Cold in this store but I continue an inferno, a wide and caffeinated blaze of creative ways.  Grain of salt, no, taking this as it is and responding appropriately.  Ideas over and under and around me.  All musical.  Decide which music you want to hear.  I want…. I want…..  I haven’t decided yet.  But, I know where I’m going.  This is my shock therapy, words and small coffee.  This morning hostile and I’m voluble, and it compliments my character.  Not stopping or halting, or even partially slowing.