seeing a metal pipe (I don’t what you’d call it, the winemaker/-ing term for…) in barrel, filling.  Racking as they say.

Back from lunch with an AE at the last company.  Things over there still in disarray.  Sinking ship, is how he described it.  Sad, and I feel for all my friends over there.  But I have to put it behind me and focus on this story here…

Urging calm about self, in this seat at the 228 Bar, what I call my kitchen island counter.  My feeling currently, calm.  Assured that where I am is where I’m supposed to be.  J telling me to not fixate on selling, which I don’t need to be told but I appreciate him mammothly for saying so.  He’s right.. focus on the people.

Having that second cup that I made earlier, finally.

Again getting a shot of that gratitude.  With the coffee, working at the counter here.  Love my office but needed a change of consistent visuals and actual chair.  The other day working up here while Jackie was home sick.  Friday, it was Friday…. And my kids, staying with me tonight …