from a journal

6/5/19.

Feeling the 4am wake. Or, actually, 3:45. But I made it to run, to the treadmill even though I stopped just a tick over the five mile marker, then went to weights. But, the primary success of it all is waking at 4am or a bit before and doing something. Have about two hours to self here at the Stony Point spot to write, to start day the way I wish. Last night not having much wine but rather going to bed at a somewhat decent hour. Sipping 4-shot latte and typing as best I can with as much concentrated movement and left-to-right as I can. Morning One of new habit, of course it’ll be hard I tell myself. Not letting self stop. Keep writing what’s around you, everything around you. Was going to write at tavern on way home, over a beer but then ran into old friend, Jerry, a vineyard manager with something like 30 years experience I want to say. We talked about the vintage so far, what wines we’d been drinking of late, how one of his friends loves Pinot and Jerry always making remarks about it, that the friend needs to start drinking really wine. I had to laugh and limit my commentary as I love Pinot and drink it often. Not my favorite wine type, but I do more than regularly sip from its sentence.

Jerry and I went on to talk about his new job, at a new wine company managing however many lots and acres they have. We discussed more the industry and all the motives for some, how some sects and…