14:24

Day mellowing, and with an almost immediate shift.

Raining still.

Some business to do tonight, some of it wine-related.  Using the iPad as a register or base for wine projects, which I think I noted here a bit ago.  A disciplinary exercise, somewhat, I guess.

And like that the day is stale.  No rain, nothing moving at the MSP.  Plan for 2024 addressed later, no ordering dinner.  Plenty here.  Nurse messages me, I smile and laugh a little at what she’s reacting to, what I sent earlier.

Haven’t checked writing average.  It’s around .650.  Not bad at all, closing the year out with that.  Hoping to do 1001 words every day next year no matter what.  Treat it like brushing your teeth, or breathing.  You have to do it.  No excuses and no reasoning or rationale would support not hitting the number.

Henry down here with me.  Feel bad the kids are trapped here with me, but what’s the alternative?  I have to work and it’s raining turtles.  Not sure why I described it that way, just something different.

And it’s that simple, going into this new year – something different.  For everything.