Wanted to go outside, on the patio since it’s one of those nights with that romantic scene of sipping wine on a patio, but no I needed to work. I am working…. I am. I have to.  Glass empty will again pour in a minute, thinking about the shop, the wine book, where I’m going with all this.  I’m 41… fuck.. so, books..t he shop… blogging and publishing.  Might want to put on coffee for the night, pull one of those all-nighters like at SSU…. That first month when I realized, “Fuck…. I need to get shit done, I can’t just hang out with my suitemates and the girls from 1207…