I can’t wait till the kids get here.  My story, my material, my EVERYTHING.  7:04, Kerri on her way, laundry still going, glass of St. Francis SB.  Finally posted the Hope & Grace article.  Tomorrow… what.  Closing AE story, gathering what I can…Still can’t— Don’t dwell.  Move into the new pages.  San Francisco, interstate, maybe even international…. What I’ve wanted, always.  But was held in place by THAT.

Onward… wine, my vineyard eventual and possibly closer and more proximal that ever before estimated.  The fantasy of making wine, for years.  Now, honestly.  Just want to speak it, sell, narrate, write.  Let someone like Katie make the wines, I’ll talk, write… ha ha.  Life, so short. People aging, getting older quicker than imagined like those wine club members I saw at St. Francis yesterday.  Really got to me, made me sad.. LIVE, I told myself.  No excess edits, no expansive measuring.  MOVE, cut, sing, love…

Jack and his test results, all I’m able to roll in and over and over in thought.  Good for him, wow….  This glass, and the next, for my best friend.  Little Kerouac… the prolifically curious and energetic and inquisitive Beatnik… MY son.