And I feel like Santiago, in so many ways at this stage of my life.  Reading.. that will solve everything.  Not posting on Social Media, or even writing in this blog.  But, being a student.  Reacting, logging thoughts and emotions….

Returning to my Adjunct ways, in so many manners and threads.

…..realizing I’m doing it just to do it.  Starting to panic… want what the Nurse has.  In the week she’s gone I’ve tasked myself with total change, but in habit and perspective, how I see all worlds and people and events around me.

Attitude, starting there… writing till I find something.  Coffee singing to me over the jazz…

Santiago and that mysterious energy keeping him with the sheep.  His work, his identity, what he did for the work, guiding them through all terrains.  Think I have a hard copy of the book upstairs in the Archive, almost positive I do.  If not, I’m buying one with that gift card I won at work, Amazon.

Literature and wine, where my whole blogging life, or thing, started.  Why do I ever leave—  No sense going down that poisons path…