15:22 —> Hours later, the day has righted itself.  What does Marcus Aurelius say?  Something like we suffer more in imagination than reality.  So true.  And learning something about myself, no doubt.  I need to slow down, breathe, not get so quickly defeatist sometimes.  I’m out of it, the fog or funk or lull.  Nurse offering to drive out but I kindly tell her to stay put and I’ll drive out to her.

Too much negativity from me earlier.  Have to learn about it, why I decided there, how it formed.

Missing conversations with students, writing, the discussions on journals and inward jots, affirmations.  I’ll get back there soon I say to myself but what does that mean?  Making this a project, just as I do at the MSP.  Writing for writing, writing it ALL into reality and actuality.  Drawing the winery, small label of mine with only 6 offerings at any one time.

The gratitude takes over.  Calm, Zen, poetry in standing here at the desk.  Did I bring a sparkling water?  I did.  Taking a break, that and a salad.  And vineyard dreams, writings, wine tasted with the Nurse in my old neighborhood over the past couple days.  Went by fast, of course.  No shocker there.  Accepted it.  Nothing the writer can do.

At a vineyard this morning, but my mood and way, character and mind prohibited me from seeing what was.  Just deafened myself.  Over it.. done.  Moving on.

15:48, have a wine-related call in 12 minutes.  Exploratory, nothing to book, necessarily.  I’m slow to put anything to page and am trying to write through it.  Not saying’s a bl/ck of any kind.  Just trying to find something.  Some other approach to the vineyards and what’s in the bottle.  How the Nurse and I talked about wine before dinner, then the next morning walking the Sunday market in San Carlos, Laurel Street.

The love I have for the Nurse, the challenges of this MSP story, where I’m going and how soon I hope all I’m doing is creating content, blogging and writing, photography in the vineyard and wherever else.