07:05

In Nook.  Nurse still asleep, tired from full day of travel, both planes and drives yesterday.  Not sure what I’m feeling.  Some needed intersection, like something has to happen and I can’t wait for occurrence or the transpire, I have to do the wiring.  Config, all that.  No waiting, no hoping, just being my own author.

Made some espresso but it’s in the corner still on machine and I can’t leave the keys.  Site walk later, then what.  Not much on schedule for day, hardly anything.  That has to change.  May text my architect friend, see if he’s free later.

Had a Pinot last night, with Taco Bell.  Nurse and I had laughs, yes, more to the point though enjoyed the moment.  Laughed with each other, didn’t overthink it.  Perfectly needed.  My wine story, on a thread thin of life.  The interest is there, and only passion when I start talking about it.  Maybe that tells me something.

I put myself back in the tasting room at St. Francis in like ’07 or ’08, with that one single vineyard Cab, the Lagomarsino.  I would get so riled when talking about it, so into the reaction on the other side of the bar.  What does that to me now?  That’s the cause of the intersection and this meditation…

What do I do.  45, I need NOW decide.