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Finally the week ends, and calm lands.  Surrounds me.  Gratitude on top of more.  Nurse and I heading into Napa for a day away.  Me on watch for more wine stories after looking at some past writings on Bottledaux when wine was more of a consistency.

Awake earlier than expected from hammering and roofing nail guns.  Think that’s what they were.  08:58, nearly time to leave.  Coffee date first with Nurse at Peet’s as written before.  This morning before our leave going over ideas and aims in head.  What I want and how to get there.  Everything I said to students in class and now it’s landed in my lap, as Dad said once.

Keep imagining the classroom, walking back and forth as I did, looking at my notes when I could and then asking one student something, then another.  That feeling when class was done, students coming up to front to show or read something they’ve written.

That’s what I want again, just not with the bullshit the adjunct life involves.  So then… the question… how.

Picking a text.  Which.  Road, I guess.  Read from the front and al the way till Dean’s name is mentioned on last time.  The character, grounding the story.  Much as people like my kids, the Nurse, my Dad and Mom, Sister do for this writer.