Class Done, now I look forward to wine when home. Something nice. Thinking a Lancaster. Don’t have much else. And I’ll write about it. Put on the calendar the sales goal for next week. Just $50. That’s nothing. If I can sell others’ wines, I can definitely generate $50 from my own writing. I mean come on.
Can’t wait to see the babies, wife, have some dinner and relax. These days are long, yes, but today didn’t seem that bad. Guess it’s this new yay-saying growl I have to me. Don’t know, but I don’t feel like the past Tuesday/Thursday’s. Don’t know. Lovely mystery.
Wrote poem in class, in less than 6 minutes, while students were working. Selling it next week.
