I’m being puerile.  Stop thinking, stop counting, like I always note.  Some construction happening I think next door, Fussy Gussy as we call him, doing something.  A remodel or landscaping, I don’t know.  Loud.  Want to get away from it suddenly.  Looks like I’m going to Medlock Ames.  Decided.  What’s the expression, ‘more harm done by indecision than wrong decision’?  Something like that?  I’m deciding, I’m going.  Who cares if it’s wrong, I fucking decided.

Have one errand to run, actually two never mind…. May treat self to a latte, coffee’s not connecting with me this morning.  Yesterday in the Room surprised how busy it was.  Chris told me I sold something like— hold on, let me check…. $1,264 sold, $229 in tips.  Nice.  Anything helps.  Convinced this Mike Madigan that it was his tasting room, his wines made by his friend Chris.  Shifted the story a bit, and it worked.

Bought a Sauv Blanc at Kamen on the way out.  Love stopping by there, always.  Seeing Justin and Michaela and talking to them and whatever remaining guests they have like last night, the three girls from So Cal.  Think they may have been from New York originally, commenting on the homeless crisis here and how back home you don’t see anything like that.  Huh, I thought, thanks for letting us know. 

People are funny, relaying their comments and observations and commentaries so freely.  Like I need to hear her assessment of the homeless issue here.  I mean, I guess I do the same thing and am doing so now, right?  I don’t see myself as meritorious, hope I’m not coming off that way.  Just sharing my truth, “reiterating my reality” as I always say.

This new music has me calm and in love with the day, morning, now, the Nook …