Look how quick I’m typing.  Only with espresso, or water or sparkling water, or coffee, Diet Coke.  Never with wine or anything with alc…. EVER.  That tells me something.  This morning I’m new and renewed, seeing clear with the quiet, FINALLY, in this house.

Sales story starting tomorrow. 

Annoyed with people texting me.  My thoughts go somewhere but then I pull them back like their angry dogs.

Latte at Noto on the way out, if they’re open.  Clearing head, meditation.  Not letting others and their language move me.  At all.  Seriously, I’m done.  Just done.  They don’t connect.  The fact I’m letting them be alive on this page is ridiculous enough.  DONE.

10:36… told the Nurse I’d get in the shower, so I probably should.  Bringing two journals to work tomorrow.  Writing more than just ‘everything’.  Recording, taking pictures… bringing the file I started.  Both laptops accompanying.  Or maybe just one.  Not letting the smaller of the two leave the upstairs office.

Talking to myself as Mom suggests.  Becoming a new character, writer and thinker, contributor to this story.  It needed to happen at some point.  And now, at that point, and it’s pointing at me, telling me to get to work.  Write the book, then another, and another…

The wine industry, and what a fucking goon theatre it is.