15:35 = Thinking of taking off a bit early.  Why not.  Nothing really happening at MSP.

Randomize my actions.  Be out of character’s usual construction and template, form or mold.

Looking at clock, then away.  Text Nurse, looking around office, what do I need for drive, for work tomorrow.

A little slow in my own thoughts, what to write or do.  I just think about this new story, getting back to wine, in the vineyard, on multiple properties, offering whatever I can.  Not just walking the vineyard or being in my own room, counting inventory or emailing a client something, but time to self.  Knowing I’m home, and I will NEVER leave.

Meeting people, hearing their stories and why they made it out here to Sonoma or Napa, or Mendo, or wherever their wine targets are.

Looking through pictures from years ago, that’s the only way I’m getting out of this scribble sludge.  WINE.. what I write.  All connected to it.  Feelings and emotions, reactions and reflections.

Grateful.  For all of this.  How my mind works and what I’ve seen in wine’s plane.  Wine and writing, where I started, where I’m going to get me to that Room.