Tired and poised for bed already. In no mood to talk to any human, even those I love. Watching something, then may brush and retire. The run did this, the heat. I HAVE to wake early tomorrow, get the run out of the way.
Short poem done. Listening to an interview with one of my favorite writers. Hard to focus. This exhaustion and de I’m in has me cognitively disjointed.
Pinot, Banshee. Picked off the shelf, caught my eye and I haven’t had it in a while. So… I’m in the wine rile, garrulous and lively, unafraid. More forward, turned.