Home.  Will be by self for a bit, so I collect.  Just telling self certain truths in the smooth smatter of this peace.  Today work, more reflective than productive.  Well…. I did sell a club membership and over a case, but what collects me is the collection I took advantage of in the room, looking out the window at the Sangio’ vines, then down at the Old Vine Zin.  No need for music, even my beloved Bobby.  Hutcherson.  It’s just me… me in my me-ness, circling and circumstantially analyzing every line and shape and tile and frame in this kitchen.  A glass, Merlot…