Shit…

Hoping nothing goes wrong.  I don’t need more stress, especially with fucking laundry.

Surprised how full I am from the sushi… good.  Not in the mood to eat, only write and relax.  Temp perfect on loft floor.  Turning off news, sub for music.

Saw my son’s math over by kitchen TV, where if he won millions what would he do.  And he’s right, it’s that easy.  What do you have, what are the spends?

Should check mail, get outside, Windsor night air.  By far my favorite varietal.