9-27-23

New story, new me, drive was different.  Coming over Bay Bridge in the left lane headed toward Harrison, pelicans (I think) flying alongside me.  Ships distant, slightly blurred by haze or Bay mist.  Everything feels different this morning.

…..09:58 now, still feel the latte I bought in Vacaville, same Peet’s the Nurse and I always go to in the morning.

Office, alone.  Enjoying the peace.  Tempted to get another latte, one smaller.  Talking myself out of it.  Nurse sending me to work with lunch, that amazing soup she made the other night.

Gratitude envelops me, and eagerness for new stories.  New characters and interactions…

Things and people trying to throw me off, fracture my focus but I won’t have it.  Standing at desk, thinking of last night and the drive this morning—  The vineyard, and these memories that pop up on social media… people posting memories of family members and friends passed.

Life, cruelly curt.  I’m not stopping.  You don’t get time back.  Wine and the vines remind me of this..

Have to tend to a few things.  Be back…

Shit, laptop is going to die and I forgot the charging chord, adaptor, thing, whatever…