Final days of the year, starring the new year.  2023 is when it happens.  I know that.  I’ll write that and all its steps.

Stop thinking…. Wine and tech, the commute tomorrow, and it’s supposed to dump more water on the Bay Area than we’ve seen in some time, and I have to drive in it.  Of course.

Using my calendar as Mom and Dad use theirs…   More time orientation, rather than ignoring it like I’ve been writing lately.

10:34 waiting for Chris to get here for our day in Sebastopol.  And it’s going to be a short one because I need to leave earlier than usual tomorrow morning.  So not looking forward to that… I have to tell you that this fucking commute is teaching me a lot about ME and what I want from this new year…

Writing things into reality, my version of “manifesting”.