Mood.  10:58

Like it never stops…  Trying to get into it, but…

Sent some writings, somewhere.  Tell you later, maybe.

11:26, quick day.  Everything moving fast.  Getting to what I can.

Throwing whatever against the wall and hoping it sticks.  Told that to the Nurse this morning, she laughed and said she liked the idea, the philosophy and practice.

Heading to VV later but the Nurse will be at hospital, so I’ll be writing upstairs more than likely.

The MSP… Stay on page as long as I can, if you’d accept the suggestion, symbol, inference or whatever.

Lunch soon with Mark, will be good to see him.  Be near his positive voice and energy.  Part of my return to wine’s stage and plane.  How I’ll continue the story… last night only having a glass and a half, then early bed with Nurse and so relieve about all of it.

We both woke early, energized and ready for the day, rested.  Me, overly eager to get to the office and write my wine notes while jumping from one IT service ticket to the fucking next.

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13:19 after meeting with Mark, feel a little better, but not anything significant.  No doing of his, actually reflecting on his words and advices.