Morning and day still in beginning frames.  And I find something in the paragraphs, just sitting here like any other morning but maybeeeeeee…. It’s the kids being here.  Or the fact tomorrow’s Father’s Day and I’m thinking about my dad and everything he’s taught me.

To think for myself…

To get THAT out of my head…

To ignore the words of sewer worlds, and their empty headed projections, the very echo of an empty barrel – much noise, so much boasting, and not a dram of substance.  Seriously in every communication.

But he taught me not to hear it.  Anything.  Then, I…..

Written this morning, in the DECIDED book.  Time to self, so why not write.

Enjoying coffee and letting it speak to me, however soft and romantically.

Kids are gone to the world, sleeping with an intensity I’m not sure I’ve EVER seen.

Wanting to get back into the wine way of things business but not sure how…

One idea, blogging and media, which is probably my best idea.  And another, writing sales curriculum, which I’ll be honest has most of my attention.

Just some of my thoughts this morning.  07:49, up since 6 with the Nurse.  She needing to be on campus at 7, poor gal.  But she’s ready for it, with that attitude ‘just what I need to do.’

I love it.