In Napa, I think. Actually, yes, I just crossed over the Solano Napa Porter. Can’t stop thinking about creating, making something of the day that I haven’t done before. What… What do I do. I want to walk into the office not excited, but absolutely obsessed, hungry, deranged in ambition. Keeping my thoughts aloft. Moving wings rapidly. Feverishly. That is my mood now. 9 AM… The day has started, but not even started.