Taking another break from the AE street.  Not in the mood to prospect, to talk, to call or even email.  Just write.  Wake earlier and write, what I always want to do and say I will but literally NEVER victor.  The recipe is easy, I know.  Bed early.  Has nothing to do with wine itself, just when I have that last glass.  Rather than pour at 9:45pm, already be asleep by that time.  If you can.  Assuming the kids are asleep by then.  Think last night they were still getting ready for bed at that time.  Brushing teeth or being crazy, Jackie and I throwing stuffed animals back and forth at each other, me on the floor and he under sheets.

I’m venom-posed this morning.  Done with latte.  Onto sparkling water.  No more caffeine, that could be the problem.  What if I took that away, entirely.  How would I react?  That means, when I wake at 4 no coffee, no filling of the tumbler the night before.

Reborn in the covid cloud, me as a writer possibly.  Born into a new peregrination of prose, of narration and self-estimation.  And listening to these teachers talk about teaching…