Somewhere.

Maybe to Windsor and back.  Or Healdsburg.  Or Monterey.  The city.  Just a drive.

Melissa messages me from upstairs.  Everyone awake now.  Possibly even Henry.

Will speak into phone and edit words later.  Have to hold that promise.  Or, not edit at all.  Just stay writing.  Everything.  If I go to Starbucks, if I hit up Oliver’s for something.  Anything and EVERYTHING.

Planning for tomorrow, calls and emails.  Not sure if I should.  It is the week of Thanksgiving.  How is that so, already?