Keeping my Beat MY beat. Not listening to anyone, too many contaminating and horribly horrible people trying to cut this happiness. Well, not that many, just a couple that I could cite, but they’re far too…
Never mind. Into the morning more. Football, what game is on.
None I guess. So TV off, quiet in kitchen but the types and dishwasher. Getting into my own thinking… tomorrow and the rest of the week. Tonight and time I have. Missing the Nurse, but like she says keep Self busy.
Keep the vineyard in mind, on top and all sides. Old pic of me walking some block on Roth’s property the day before the ’17 fires. Just stumbled upon this. Yes it changed my wine writing and life, but too how I live, and how anything can happen at any time, so if there’s some invitation from the story, just fucking take it. Don’t think.