Tired.  Not much sleep last night.  Just a couple aims for the night.  Receipts, done.  Little writing, then upstairs to loft.  Feels interesting, or weird, or amazing working in the office this late.  Dinner already had, other half of sandwich Stanley my SE bought me in Cupertino after site walk.  Tired, more than tire, bed early no fail.

Opening the Bellacana Pinot in a bit.  That tasting yesterday, or the day before I mean… wow.  So weird.  May be the last time I cruise through that room.

Check the mail, but too lazy.  DO IT… walk outside, down the breeze way, then have a glass, writer more, listen to more of this jazz list.  GRATEFUL.