7:58, at desk tonight.

No news, no Netflix, nothing that takes away from page.  May even make a shot of espresso later.  Assembling understanding, certain words said versus expectations..

Opening Caddis Cabernet in a minute.  Looking out window, wondering when our last day will be here… writing a novel in Bradbury time (9 days) at the beach house..

Irritated by certain characters and their immediate inclination to impose.  Who do they think they are and what are they thinking..

Wine calling again…. Remember St. Francis days in ’09, my sister teaching me in ’11 ways in winemaking…..  Certain.