09:32 ::: Time for coffee.  Letting myself stop not with any project today.  Not one of them will see a declination of effort.  Not one.  The Pinot we opened the other night still in flight in my mind.  The bottle’s image, how it tasted, where it took me.  And no surprise – France.  A road trip with the Nurse to Burgundy… I feel a reunion with writing and wine and journaling that I needed.  Some of it came from the office and how miserable that fucking place is and how definitively deplore sales.  And the other.. well, from me.  And a little fiddle here and there with AI.

Fuck no, I don’t let it write for me.  I get too much strength and elevation, joy and everything associated from writing.  But it is fun to play with, that’s all.  I don’t do it as much as I used to, but again just fun to play with.

Working a little this morning, trying to find opps and new businesses to approach.  Dream last night about work.  Nothing negative, in fact rather motivating and a check for SELF – maybe I should try different approaches.  Starting with attitude.